I Wish My Building Would Fuck Off.
We've been in the midst of a monsoon here in Boston for the past 24 hours or so, and it's quite miserable to say the least. I've just heard from a building-mate that the roof in her bedroom is leaking like a seive - so we can add that to the list of decrepitude that has taken place since I took over managerial duties. Let's recap, shall I? Fine then:
1. Two windows were broken by people moving out just prior to my tenure.
2. A sink fell off one of the walls.
3. Two medicine cabinets had to be replaced.
4. The front door lock was destroyed by a burgular/drunk.
5. The fire-escape broke and had to be painted.
6. The roofdeck had to be stained.
7. The washer and dryer broke down.
8. My inebriated, keyless roomate destroyed our front door.
9. The fire alarm malfunctioned.
10. The exterior light stopped working.
11. The roof is leaking.
Am I forgetting anything? Probably. It's just dumb luck, as it's a great little building. But I wonder why it has waited until my reign of terror to begin falling apart. Does it think I have more empathy than Seamus? No replicants have moved in to date, so I guess it can't be all that run down just yet. All those... repairs will be made. Like tears in rain.
posted by Dave Pye @ 11/22/2005 08:52:00 AM
4 Comments:
I will tell you what it is - it is payback for all of those dang ole Canadian parties you use to throw.
Yeah. There is a lot of residual negative energy in that building. I sound like some moonbat psychic. But every brick of it is still welcome to fuck off.
I was witness to the window smashing event. It was defintieley a bonehead way for a window to break
I sent Breaky McWindow the bill yesterday. Some address she left me in Schenectady New York. It's probably a 7-11.
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