Merry #$%@# Christmas
Anyways, one drip became two, which became four. I put out buckets, called the interim manager, and sat there. Eventually I got a call back and was told that someone would be coming tomorrow. One Chinese Water Torture day later, the plumber arrived. And promptly cut out a two foot long chunk of my ceiling. Did I mention the ceilings were old and made with asbestos? And that there was steam coming out of this hole for hours? And when I asked the guy about when they were going to fix it, he responded with a "Oh, maybe January 8th or later,"? The great thing is, I know my manager is going to show up someday and want to charge me a billion dollars to fix the carpets that I had obviously ruined and the hole that I had obviously punched into the wall, and that the pictures I took of this disaster will somehow not be sufficient to prove otherwise for her sake.