• Mood: aggravated
• Music: shitwater and drywall dribbling out of the ceiling onto the floor, the countertops, and the sink

I am displeased.

My life is currently, if not raining actual shit, then certainly raining the water used to transport shit.

Into my kitchen.

Along with enormous chunks of waterlogged not-very-"dry"wall soaked with said water.





The maintenance men have been claiming they have this fixed for a couple of days now, and leaving, only for me to discover that no, they didn't fucking well fix it. I am currently waiting until tomorrow for this weekend's duty maintenance guy to show up, again, in yet another attempt to fix it. Meanwhile, it rains shit-water-drywall into my kitchen steadily and audibly.

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