When I got home tonight, I found this note:

Adam,

I am really sorry about the delay. The plumber never made it today. I will tell you tomorrow when or if they will arrive on Wednesday. It looks like Thursday will be the day.

Thank you for you patience. 410-555-5555.

Sincerely,
Building Manager Lady
Rat Fuck Building Owned by Rat Fuck Management Company

It is pretty obvious to me what the situation is here. The management company has a contract with a large plumbing firm. In return for a price break received by the management company, the plumbing firm can neglect matters until addressing them is convenient, so they can answer calls for non price break matters first.

There is no point in me going off my handle at the building manager. I know her and she is one of the good guys. It’s the management company that is the evil monstrosity that is making my life hell this week. To go over her head and start flying off the handle at her superiors would do nothing but make trouble for her, which would effectively turn her into not one of the good guys as far as I’m concerned. I cannot leave my apartment, for they might show up at any time. I’m fairly certain the building manager does not have a key (long story involving me changing locks and a previous building manager addicted to crack who was stealing from my neighbors). The bucket is now filling at a rate of about once every four hours now that I have shut off all the valves and have forsaken hot water. I cannot go to an outside plumber on my own, if I could even get one, because the hot water is going to have to be shut off for the entire building to fix this. Last night, I set my alarm for three in the morning, so I could drain the pail before going back to bed. I just got back from work and finished mopping up the bathroom, AGAIN. I’m about to start carrying buckets of hot water, one by one, AGAIN, from the kitchen to clean off of some of my urban 100% humidity scum. My apartment smells bad. I smell bad. The rain is STILL coming down in buckets, TAUNTING ME. I am going fucking insane, and to top it all off... THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL ANY PLUMBER IS GOING TO SHOW UP TOMORROW, THURSDAY, AND POSSIBLY EVEN FRIDAY.

But do you want to know who I ultimately blame for all of this, as it is the deluge that is making it impossible to get this hell resolved? No, not God, I blame you. You and your puttering around, burning fossil fuels asses. One of the best parts of not driving is being able to laugh at preachy sanctimonious dip shits whining about global warming, all the while putting 200 plus miles on their cars every week because they NEED IT. Fuck you and fuck them. Here’s an idea! Stop yapping and talking about whatever fuck movie opened your eyes about what the fuck ever and make a significant sacrifice, because I smell bad, my balls itch and I’m drowning in water and psychosis and I’m not laughing right now*. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

*Actually I am laughing. Jeez, take a pill. I’m only pretending to blame you. I’m really annoyed at the Universe right now, but I haven’t gone crazy just yet. That’ll happen sometime Thursday night after the plumbers don’t show up, again.

And no, I’m not encouraging anybody to go see a movie by some ex-ex president or whatever. I’m not a church goer myself. I don’t like to be preached at, especially about stuff that I already know.

Update: the humidity just killed my old, cracked, worn out cell phone. my only phone. yippee!