broken.

I think this is a bit humorous and I hope you appreciate it. As Jeff and I moved in to our new apartment we noticed something funny in our bedroom closet... DRIPPING WATER from our AC!!! (yes we were running our AC in November) so we called the apartment complex and asked them to come fix it. We had to pull everything out of the closet (sadly, it was the first place we had started to unpack) and rewash all of Jeff's shirts that got soaked in nasty murky grey water.

We had to go to work the next day and hoped that when we got home it would all be fixed and we could start unpacking the bedroom. Well, we get home, see a little note the handyman wrote saying it was fixed. Phew. We could put all of our clothes that are piled sky-high on the bed back into the closet. This was hard work and made us hot and sweaty, so we turned on the AC. About 5 minutes later we go back to the closet....and the ceiling is dripping!! and even worse, Jeff's shirts are soaking wet! and the water is still just as murky and grey as before!!! AHHHH!

We called the apartment complex, not using our Sunday voices, to let them know what we thought of their fixer-upper skills. Luckily they sent the handyman right over.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"Uhhh remember when you 'fixed' our AC? Fixing to us means stopping the dripping, I don't know what it means in your book!"

He checks out the AC, "Yep its leaking" (Seriously?)

He tells us he came over the day before and it didn't seem like anything was wrong because it wasn't dripping (We turned OFF the AC! Why would we ever keep it on if it makes the ceiling leak?!!!)

He proceeds to investigate the problem... 5 hours later he tells us he needed to get to the pipes and would have to make a small hole in the wall. OK sure- whatever it takes, we want to actually be able to use our closet.

At this point, Jeff and I were pretty grateful that we had decided not to buy a condo. If we had purchased a place and this happened immediately after moving in, we would have been financially responsible for this pricey adventure. We'd have been pretty upset. (Not that we were singing Joy to the World while he was in there drilling)

So... the handy man works and works while we are unpacking boxes. Then he comes out and tells us he is done for now. He will bring us over an industrial fan to dry out the carpet, and tells us he'll be back in 2 days to pick up the fan and patch up the holes. Wait. Holes? You said a hole. actually you said exactly a small hole.

one...... two....... three?!?!?!

You said "A small hole".... in English "a small hole" usually implies ONE and a small hole means I can't fit my head through it!!!! good devil.

No worries. The industrial fan dried up the carpet and walls. Jeff's shirts got washed a second time. The handyman did return to patch up the wall. And we finally got to set up the closet and the bedroom. NOW we are finally unpacked and happily settled in.

the end.