Yech

Mike and I pay an insane amount in rent. Not insane by San Francisco standards, but insane by the rest of the world's, well maybe not Manhattan. Anyways, since we've moved in there have been many little annoying things wrong. The heat didn't work. Several of the windows wouldn't close properly. The closer door sticks. But the plumbing issue takes the cake.

Last night our bathtub started spontaneously filling from the drain. Alarmed, I called the emergency maintenance number and they sent RotaRooter or whatever they're called. The guy came and rotarooted our tub. I was mildly concerned because we weren't using the tub in the first place so obviously it's not ours that's clogged. Anyway, supposedly problem solved.

Fast forward to this afternoon. I go to dry my hair, and lo and behold, the bathtub is filling AGAIN. Now I'm annoyed, because not only is it just water, but some yellow liquid and other various filthy looking items. Gaaaaah. So I call the office and she tells me rotarooter will be out in an hour. Okay, well they had better fucking figure it out this time.

After I get off the phone on a hunch I go upstairs to the morons who live above us (more on them later I'm sure). I bang on the door and the slovenly kid answers the door. IN HIS TIGHTY WHITIES. I was so stunned I just stood there for a moment until he covered himself with his shirt.

I asked if he had just been in the shower due to the flooding problem. Yes, indeed he had. So his disgusting shower water is in my bathtub. I came back down to my apartment and started gagging. I'm never going to use that bathtub as long as we live here.

Anyways, so the rota guy just left and he said that because of our position in the building we just have to live with it. That's right. Live with disgusting dirty water in our tub. I think not. I swear to god if this doesn't get rectified I'm frigging out of here.