Yet Another Life Lesson

I think I just got punk'd. Honestly. I must have. Because to accept any other explanation for what just happened would mean that these people think I'm stupid and that is one thing I most certainly am not.

So here I am living in my posh new abode in Sydney aka the scene of the roaches, and feeling bad after the laundry list of fix it items I sent them, I didn't want to email a follow up list after I noticed a few other things I had innitially overlooked. You see, I just didn't want to be one of those pain in the ass tenants. (Pardon my francois!) WELL, that was the attitude I had until this morning.

I had put in a maintenance request the night before with administration on the fact that my sink was running slow. You know, slow enough that when I turned on the sink to wash my hands, the entire sink would fill up in a matter of seconds. I figured there must be hair or some derbis in the ubar underneath so all they had to do was come open it up, take whatever is obstructing the draining process out, and voila! All would be back to normal. You see, I have prior experience with this kind of issue since I was a landlord for a few years and had to deal with a number of maintenance calls. But they don't know that, because if they did they wouldn't be pulling a stunt like this.

So here I am, exhausted after a super late night of staying up for no reason, and because I grew accustomed to maintenance being performed while one was sleeping in my previous residence, I got up, let the guy in, and jumped back in bed. Imagine my surpise when two minutes later, the guy is done. I'm thinking wow he's good!Thanks man! But then I got suspicious when he says, 'yeah there was just a little bit of dirt in there.' DIRT?! Hmm.... Suspect! Because last time I checked, the kind of things that usually causes drain to slow is stuff like a big fat hairball! Definitely NOT dirt. Unless of course I had the brilliant idea of emptying a sandbox down the sink... which I have not! So off he goes and curious to witness what this speedy handyman had done, I go to inspect the evidence. Enter Exhibit A: the bucket -- MY bucket that he used without asking, that I was also using to disinfect stuff -- is remarkably clear. JUST clear water. No hairball in sight and certainly no dirt. Exhibit B: (and this one's the kicker). THE SINK IS STILL DRAINING SLOW!!!!

Lesson No. 9 on Things I've Learned The Hard Way?

To prevent ulcers or any other maladies that may befall someone during extreme bouts of anger, be present when there is a maintenance call.