I’m sure in a couple of years, I’ll be bitching about my current apartment’s management company. Things look kinda good, though, because there are two different apartments here that have had the same tenants for 30+ years.
I’ve lived here for just over two weeks, and today, the maintenance fellas came in to make sure my smoke detector works. And the adorable boy that came in here warned Riley that it was going to be loud. He also said he was very sorry my oven wasn’t working and he would come fix it as soon as the part came in. Oddly enough, he also had cute maintenance guy butt crack when he had his entire torso shoved in my oven trying to figure out what was going on.
In my old apartment? One night, the power was out, which happened regularly there. And for whatever reason, when the power was out, it mate the smoke detector in my apartment go off non-stop. At approximately 2 a.m. in the morning, I called the emergency maintenance line because it was a damn emergency that I couldn’t go to sleep and my dog was running around in circles trying to make the noise stop.
The emergency maintenance personnel came into my apartment, looked up at the smoke detector, looked up at me and said, "Well, I can just take it off. That’d make it stop."
So, that’s what he did. Then he looked at me and said, "I’ll come back and put it back on tomorrow when the power’s back on."
Approximately 18 months later, the smoke detector was laying in the floor when I moved my last load of crap out of that apartment. I’m sure I could have called and had it slapped back on, but I wasn’t entirely worried about it.