H2O Deficiency

So, not doing very well with this blogging thing. Erp.
But there is a new apartment story...

Two days ago I got back from work and was told by my roommate that something was wrong with the hot water (i.e. we didn't have any). And it wasn't just us, our whole building was completely lacking in any sort of H2O on the warm to hot side of the spectrum. Luckily the apartment manager had placed a helpful sign in the elevator (but nowhere else, so those of us who take the stairs were very well informed indeed). The sign said that management was already "aware" of the hot water issues (so don't contact them any more!) and that they were "working on it." I didn't have much faith in them from the beginning, but two days and two cold showers later I'm vacillating between utter hopelessness and utter annoyance.

A new sign has been posted, assuring us that they are doing everything they can but the valve of the main hot water line is cracked and they haven't been able to find a replacement piece locally so they've had to order one and it should be here soon and they'll get it installed right away and in the meantime they'll keep looking for another and by the way thank you residents for your understanding and patience. And based on the graffiti that now adorns several of the signs, I'm not the only one who's feeling a little bit annoyed. I mean, really, how long should they be able to keep giving us excuses? My over-priced rent is certainly supposed to include hot water, but what are the consequences for the management in a situation like this? The only thing tenants can do is get out of this mess as soon as their leases end, but most were probably planning on that before the hot water incident of October, so consequences? Zero. Life's not fair is it? (You see, I shall never be king, and you... shall never see the light of another day...)

Ahem.

Looking on the positive side. It could be worse; it could be February and there could be two feet of snow on the ground instead of being a rather pleasant, balmy October. It could be all of the water instead of just the hot that's out (this has happened before, but never for longer than about eight to ten hours). And I could be a far more confrontational, argumentative person. In spite of the tone of this grumpy post, I'm actually quite laid back, and I'm getting through this thinking about how in a couple months' time it will just be one more amusing item on the ever-lengthening list of apartment absurdities. Until next time.