My dog is a jumper. When he jumps on people, it is more of a spastic lunge, which scares the crap out of people. So, why are all you dog lovers out there a pain in my ass when I am walking my dog.
"Oh, he is so cute", you say. "I don't mind", you say. Some of you even pat your chests, encouraging him to jump on you.
Do you know how much money I spend on dog training to teach him not to jump? Are you going to pay the medical expenses for a little old lady who gets injured because you think my dog is cute?
Stop it! My dog is cute, but you aren't.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Apartment Flooding: So Rude
They sucked up the water off the carpets, pulled the carpets partially up, and threw out the soaking wet padding. The main gentleman complained about the dog pee and about how he peed 100,000 times on the carpet. He was very rude and told everyone that came near that my dog peed 100,000 times on the carpet. I only had my dog for two weeks.
I left to run some errands, and came back and my place smelled like cigarettes. I have Asthma and Valley Fever, they could have killed me. Of course, the apartment management defended him, but I saw him walking in and out of the downstairs apartment with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. This is the same guy that complained about the pee.
There were huge cracks in the concrete subfloor. I knew where the water went. All over the downstairs neighbor's electronic equipment. 100,000 dollars worth of electronic equipment. My hard work was for nothing. Everything was moved, so I couldn't find his biz card to call him at work. I told the maintenance guy that the neighbor had expensive electronics down there. Maintenance guy said he was going to get the key and left, and I didn't see him again until that evening.
The neighbor had big wet holes in his ceiling. The Maintenance Guy didn't go down there or even call. His furniture was ruined. It did miss his electronic equipment, but he was madder than hell. He couldn't understand why the management didn't call them. For two hours he ranted and raved in front of the building. I really wanted to put a nice "told you so" in these conversations, but I held back, he scared the poor maintenance people enough.
His damage was so bad that they had to pay for him to move to another apartment. If they just would have responded to me when I called. The other option would have been making a phone call to him, so he could get all his expensive furniture out of the way. Just one lousy phone call and they could have saved themselves thousands and thousands of dollars. Of course, they told me to use my renter's insurance, for the 300.00 worth of stuff that I lost, not including the shoes I was wearing when I came in the door. They said they were going to come back and inspect to see what damage was done, but they never did. I had to pretty much call and beg them to look at my kitchen floor with 3-inch tall ripples in it.
The did a half-butt job of replacing the kitchen floor, there are still some ripples from the damaged subfloor they didn't replace. Plus, they put a huge dent in the wall when they moved the fridge. You can immediately see it when you walk in the door.
I guess they aren't stupid, they just don't care. And, it's not over yet! But, this is the last you will hear about it.
I left to run some errands, and came back and my place smelled like cigarettes. I have Asthma and Valley Fever, they could have killed me. Of course, the apartment management defended him, but I saw him walking in and out of the downstairs apartment with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. This is the same guy that complained about the pee.
There were huge cracks in the concrete subfloor. I knew where the water went. All over the downstairs neighbor's electronic equipment. 100,000 dollars worth of electronic equipment. My hard work was for nothing. Everything was moved, so I couldn't find his biz card to call him at work. I told the maintenance guy that the neighbor had expensive electronics down there. Maintenance guy said he was going to get the key and left, and I didn't see him again until that evening.
The neighbor had big wet holes in his ceiling. The Maintenance Guy didn't go down there or even call. His furniture was ruined. It did miss his electronic equipment, but he was madder than hell. He couldn't understand why the management didn't call them. For two hours he ranted and raved in front of the building. I really wanted to put a nice "told you so" in these conversations, but I held back, he scared the poor maintenance people enough.
His damage was so bad that they had to pay for him to move to another apartment. If they just would have responded to me when I called. The other option would have been making a phone call to him, so he could get all his expensive furniture out of the way. Just one lousy phone call and they could have saved themselves thousands and thousands of dollars. Of course, they told me to use my renter's insurance, for the 300.00 worth of stuff that I lost, not including the shoes I was wearing when I came in the door. They said they were going to come back and inspect to see what damage was done, but they never did. I had to pretty much call and beg them to look at my kitchen floor with 3-inch tall ripples in it.
The did a half-butt job of replacing the kitchen floor, there are still some ripples from the damaged subfloor they didn't replace. Plus, they put a huge dent in the wall when they moved the fridge. You can immediately see it when you walk in the door.
I guess they aren't stupid, they just don't care. And, it's not over yet! But, this is the last you will hear about it.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Apartment Flooding: Are They Stupid?
And hour later, the water was still gushing over the edges of the toilet tank, but maintenance wasn't here yet. It not like it was more than a five minute walk from the office.
I had no choice, I had to use my limited knowledge of toilet tank mechanisms to try to fix it myself. Facing the deepening water in the bathroom, I pulled off the tank cover and started jiggling things,and it worked. It actually worked, it stopped gushing. The water was off. Don't ask me how, I'm just pretending that I knew what I was doing.
A frantic call brought my friend over and she calmed the dog that had been howling and complaining on the patio, as if he was locked out there. The neighbors were complaining about his loud coonhound drama. I went back to cleaning up water.
I called the office back ready to have a fit. She said she didn't understand why he wasn't there, that she had talked to the manager and everything, along with profuse apologies.
This time only five minutes later, someone called me, and said he would be over. He said that he didn't get the page and then in the next sentence he said something about tenants exaggerating. By this time it is several hours later, and the water seems to have receded with all my hard work, notice the word seemed.
"This actually is bad" he said as he explained again that he didn't get a page and to go ahead and call maintenance directly next time.
"I'll have to bring out a company to suck up all the water", he said.
So, I stopped working. I hadn't gotten back to the kitchen or bathroom yet, and about an inch of water was still sitting in both the rooms, and my carpets were super squishy. But, maintenance guy said they would be here in about 15 minutes to suck up the water.
They showed up and I pulled books, lamps, etc off of the furniture, so they could move the furniture. They were moving the furniture over to a side of the room that hadn't been waterfied. I deserved a break; I had been working for several hours straight.
Ten minutes later I come back and see that my nice beautiful wooden bookshelves, which were already wet, were sitting in the still inch-high water in the kitchen. Should I have complained. I didn't complain; I am getting what is left of my dry sheets and I can't even get into the kitchen, so I am tossing the sheets in between the furnature, hoping that the sheets instead of the furniture soaks up the water.
Are they stupid or just don't care? A question I can't answer. See the next blog for the continueing saga of stupidity.
I had no choice, I had to use my limited knowledge of toilet tank mechanisms to try to fix it myself. Facing the deepening water in the bathroom, I pulled off the tank cover and started jiggling things,and it worked. It actually worked, it stopped gushing. The water was off. Don't ask me how, I'm just pretending that I knew what I was doing.
A frantic call brought my friend over and she calmed the dog that had been howling and complaining on the patio, as if he was locked out there. The neighbors were complaining about his loud coonhound drama. I went back to cleaning up water.
I called the office back ready to have a fit. She said she didn't understand why he wasn't there, that she had talked to the manager and everything, along with profuse apologies.
This time only five minutes later, someone called me, and said he would be over. He said that he didn't get the page and then in the next sentence he said something about tenants exaggerating. By this time it is several hours later, and the water seems to have receded with all my hard work, notice the word seemed.
"This actually is bad" he said as he explained again that he didn't get a page and to go ahead and call maintenance directly next time.
"I'll have to bring out a company to suck up all the water", he said.
So, I stopped working. I hadn't gotten back to the kitchen or bathroom yet, and about an inch of water was still sitting in both the rooms, and my carpets were super squishy. But, maintenance guy said they would be here in about 15 minutes to suck up the water.
They showed up and I pulled books, lamps, etc off of the furniture, so they could move the furniture. They were moving the furniture over to a side of the room that hadn't been waterfied. I deserved a break; I had been working for several hours straight.
Ten minutes later I come back and see that my nice beautiful wooden bookshelves, which were already wet, were sitting in the still inch-high water in the kitchen. Should I have complained. I didn't complain; I am getting what is left of my dry sheets and I can't even get into the kitchen, so I am tossing the sheets in between the furnature, hoping that the sheets instead of the furniture soaks up the water.
Are they stupid or just don't care? A question I can't answer. See the next blog for the continueing saga of stupidity.
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