Destroying My Apartment

When we moved into this apartment in September, I took pictures because I was so excited. In the last month, however, everything has been falling apart little by little and my enthusiasm has been dwindling. Here's a list of shit that's broken:

- The electrical sockets in the front room and in our kitchen occasionally do not emit actual electricity, with no regard to rhyme or reason.
- The kitchen has a leak in the floor somewhere; sometimes it leaks only a little bit and we think it's over, sometimes we leave for ten minutes and come back to find that the whole kitchen floor is covered in water.
- the heater doesn't work.
- the light in the vanity is broken.

So on December 31st, after a month of gently reminding our property manager, Tom, every week and a half about the problems, Kyle wrote a sternly worded letter to the effect that we would not be paying rent for January until the aforementioned problems had been addressed.
January 2nd, 9AM: The plumber knocks on our door.
January 2nd, 9:10AM: The electrician knocks on our door.
January 2nd, 9:15AM: The property manager knocks on our door.

Apparently (and I know it's surprising that I'm just now finding this out), there is nothing like a sternly worded letter to get shit done.
I should write more of them.

So now I'm sitting here in the kitchen, trapped and watching as two maintenance men tear up the beautiful hardwood in our hallway to try to get to the source of the leak in our kitchen. And also listening to them break a whole straight through a wall into the bathroom. Goodbye beautiful floors. Goodbye privacy. Goodbye soul.

EDIT: Here's an image of the beginning of the "renovation"...it pains me to post this, but misery loves company.



LOOK AT WHAT THEY'RE DOING TO MY BABY!

Though this does give me an excuse to look further into a beautiful apartment building I saw on Hollywood boulevard last week...