Monday I asked a colleague to call the hausmeister—I needed a ladder to climb up and fix something that’s been broken since the summer. Nothing major, but out of my reach when on a chair.
The hausmeister agreed to show up at 10 this morning, so I stayed home.
He was on time—arriving at exactly 10. He came in, looked at the problem and asked me if I had a ladder.
Naturally I accused my colleague of not asking him to bring a ladder, but she swears she did, and I believe her—so this is a wee bit annoying. Using our fractured Deutshlish, we made an appointment for next Wednesday at 10.
Hey, at least you had the language barrier to blame. Imagine if this had happened in Bloomington – I bet you’d be doubly annoyed.
Dear Adam,
I feel your frustration…one month ago I was promised a new dishwasher. They claim it is on the complex but all their repair people quit.
Sadly, I must report that it’s still not here. Adding to the list, we finally decided to turn on the heat only to find we don’t get heat. I slept with a hat on last night underneath my 3 down comforters, 2 regular things, and my snuggly blankey.
Did I mention that our faucet is leaking?
Not only will our landlords hate us…but I have a sneaking feeling it’s not going to get fixed.
It’s a great apartment…just the landlords really don’t like fixing stuff really.
*goes to pout*
koko
It sounds like your landlords are crap!
Have you contacted the City of Bloomington about their misbehavior?