Who puts mint green, mustard yellow, strange orange, and beige together all in one complex? Friends don't let friends choose paint color while drinking. I don't notice the color anymore really, but I am forced to recognize how weak my arms are when I haul Emery up and down the 3 flights of stairs every day. Yup...that's right...we live on the third floor. There are some perks: nice vaulted ceilings, no upstairs neighbors, and in a few weeks my arms will be ripped and my leg muscles bulging from the daily climbs with Emery on one arm and bags of groceries on the other. It really is a nice complex, nice pool, fitness center, great location. Keep that in mind while I explain the rest. We don't live in the ghetto. :)The "adventure" continued when we moved in and half the stuff in our apartment didn't work. The ceiling fans and lights in the bedrooms and the oven didn't work. Checked the breaker, nothing seemed to be wrong. So we called about that. They came, fixed it, everything worked except the master ceiling fan (you can't live without them here, it's hot), so I had to ask them to come back again and fix it. Then our sink disposal didn't work. Then it warmed up outside and got humid and I realized the previous tenants dog had peed in multiple places all over the apartment. Now, pause and let me tell you a back story. When I was working as a medical assistant I was drawing a man's blood who worked as some kind of cable technician. He started to complain about this customer who just "couldn't be satisfied" and he had to go back multiple times to fix stupid little things. Then he said something to the effect of, "It's because she's a housewife. Man, housewives are the WORST." He then proceeded to tell us how whiny and demanding all the housewives were that he went to. Now, if you know me well you know that I hate bugging people about stuff and I would much rather just deal with problems then ask someone to fix it because I'm a chicken and don't like to feel like I'm whining about things. This man's story furthered that phobia in me, I never wanted to become "that housewife". So when all these things were wrong I was dreading becoming "that housewife". But I've been trying for years to be better at asking and accepting help (it's been a really long, slow, and painful process for me) and I recognize that it is better to be assertive and good to sometimes demand things. So, I guess I've become "that housewife" because I have called them every time. And they've fixed everything right away. And if being "that housewife" means my carpet doesn't have to smell like dog pee, then I am TOTALLY OK WITH THAT!
All in all, we love this new place, Texas is a great place to be!
You have every right to ask them to fix stuff Tiff,
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If they'd done their job you wouldn't have to ask right.
No one likes the smell of pee
hahaha That was funny. That cable guy was silly to complain about it - he's getting paid every time, isn't he? I'm glad they responded to your needs every time you called. It's weird that there was so much that needed fixing - did the previous tenants not care? And eew to the smell of dog business. There should have been a thorough cleaning before you moved in. Sheesh! I'm glad it's working out. You should have seen the colors going on across from us - I think they're fun, but some of it is kind of odd, too. We'll miss being able to see you guys when we go to Boise for things!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, you have a baby that's going to be crawling around in dog urine? I don't think so! And it's his job to fix this stuff. He needs to get over it and just do his job. Plus, you're paying him to do his job. What's the point in having the appliance if it doesn't work? I get upset when people diss our "jobs." Until they've done it, they have no right to complain!
ReplyDeleteCable guys are apparently fighting on the wrong side in the war on women.
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