The Dryer Chronicles
Jul. 14th, 2003 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpAaah, the continuing saga of the rainforest attached to our kitchen.
So today we had a visit from a maintenance person about the shower. You see, I had complained earlier that the shower tiles were falling out, but the maintenance person didn't seem concerned. And then this weekend, when Jen and I were rooting through her art supplies, she noticed that the floor in her closet was wet. I quickly deduced that the water was coming from the shower. (I solved the mystery and got the girl!) So I called the landlord again. Gosh, they must hate us. Anyway, the new maintenance person came and pulled out the tile, and the wall was /completely/ corroded. It looked like a 100 year old attic. Nasty. So they put a sheet of plastic fake-wall over it and caulked it.
This afternoon, the lady called me to tell me that they'd decided they couldn't put a vent in, that there'd never been a vent and no one had ever complained. So I started whining. She didn't care. Then I pulled out The Big Guns: I told her that steam was oozing out of the laundry closet and was damaging the hard wood floor. One of the landlords (the one without his head up his ass) was over, no joke, 15 minutes later.
John (the landlord) and I examined all the walls, and I told him Jennifer's and my suggestions about the vent possibilities. He seemed to agree that a vent is a requirement, and I showed him where the walls and shelves in the laundry closet are already getting nasty in there (mind you, we've been there less than a month and have only done about 5 loads of laundry). He agreed that he could run a vent through the kitchen cabinets under the sink. I told him that if he would drill the hole in the exterior wall, Jen and I would do the rest. But then he said, "Lou would kill me if I drilled a hole in the brick wall."
Heh. He's so right. Lou is the main landlord who never wants to fix anything. I think John is his little whipping boy. But now at least I can say, "Well, John was here and he agreed that we needed a vent, and that one could be built through the kitchen." I'll let them keep the shitty plastic in my pretty (used to be) tiled bathroom if it means they will install a vent.
Oh, they're hating us already. Uppity DIY Amy Wynn dykes. :)
So today we had a visit from a maintenance person about the shower. You see, I had complained earlier that the shower tiles were falling out, but the maintenance person didn't seem concerned. And then this weekend, when Jen and I were rooting through her art supplies, she noticed that the floor in her closet was wet. I quickly deduced that the water was coming from the shower. (I solved the mystery and got the girl!) So I called the landlord again. Gosh, they must hate us. Anyway, the new maintenance person came and pulled out the tile, and the wall was /completely/ corroded. It looked like a 100 year old attic. Nasty. So they put a sheet of plastic fake-wall over it and caulked it.
This afternoon, the lady called me to tell me that they'd decided they couldn't put a vent in, that there'd never been a vent and no one had ever complained. So I started whining. She didn't care. Then I pulled out The Big Guns: I told her that steam was oozing out of the laundry closet and was damaging the hard wood floor. One of the landlords (the one without his head up his ass) was over, no joke, 15 minutes later.
John (the landlord) and I examined all the walls, and I told him Jennifer's and my suggestions about the vent possibilities. He seemed to agree that a vent is a requirement, and I showed him where the walls and shelves in the laundry closet are already getting nasty in there (mind you, we've been there less than a month and have only done about 5 loads of laundry). He agreed that he could run a vent through the kitchen cabinets under the sink. I told him that if he would drill the hole in the exterior wall, Jen and I would do the rest. But then he said, "Lou would kill me if I drilled a hole in the brick wall."
Heh. He's so right. Lou is the main landlord who never wants to fix anything. I think John is his little whipping boy. But now at least I can say, "Well, John was here and he agreed that we needed a vent, and that one could be built through the kitchen." I'll let them keep the shitty plastic in my pretty (used to be) tiled bathroom if it means they will install a vent.
Oh, they're hating us already. Uppity DIY Amy Wynn dykes. :)
