I just moved into a spacious and cheap 1 bedroom apartment in beautiful Lake City (across the street from Rick’s strip club). As I got settled in, it seemed to be working out fine for the first week or so. Then one morning I got out of bed and noticed my bare feet were wet and freezing. The carpet in the corner of my bedroom was soaked. “Sheeee-it” I thought to myself, the water could only be seeping up from under the floor possibly from under the foundation or a bad pipe. In any event, this leak will be a major repair; one that will probably require my displacement to a new apartment. Nothing could be more fitting since a major reason for moving from my last place was its bad state of repair. Here I am facing the same situation again not even a month later.
A few days later (yeah I suck at dealing with this sort of thing) I called the manager in to take a look (I’m sure I’ve contracted some fatal mold-induced illness in the meantime). He flipped but apologized profusely. I thought to myself “shit happens–I just don’t want to have to move again”. He said that while they fix it, I’m to occupy the adjacent unit, for the same rent (until it leaks, the ceiling caves, the wiring shorts, the plumbing ruptures or whatever else could possibly go wrong).
And so it goes.
