Landlords...

Last week there was glass all over my kitchen floor. Little pieces of glass. Hubby and I had no idea how glass spread all over the apartment. We kept sweeping and cleaning. Hubby found pieces of broken glass in the sink. So, knowing that he had not broken anything, he asked me about it. I was clueless. Then we realized - the overhead light in the kitchen had not been shining so brightly as usual. There are two lightbulbs in the fixture. Guess what happened to one of them? Water from a leak that we have had since mid August had been seeping into the light bulb, causing it to explode. Do you think that my landlord is concerned? Her answer to the problem was to have two fat guys look at the bathtub and re-caulk the decaying bathroom floor around the tub.

Do you think that she will care if the floor caves in? What about if a fire starts? Why do I have this luck? My last landlord wasn't anywhere in the running for best landlord of the year. Looks like this one doesn't fit the catagory either.

So as the fat guys are leaving my house, they inform Hubby and I that using the tub/shower is off-limits for the rest of the day. Are you kidding me? I have to go to work tonight. I have to shower and get dressed in order to go to school tonight - and class today. So I called the landlord after a slight confrontation with two plumbers whose combined intelligence doesn't even match that of my dog's. Her response - take a shower at the neighbor's house. Ha! Those of you who have had to be subject to Hubby's and my ranting about our neighbors know what a laugh that is.

I find myself busily cleaning and saying the serenity prayer over and over and over...in my head. "Lord, grant me the patience to change the things I can and to accept the things I cannot..."