As you readers may already know, we live in public housing. The place is decent, the neighbors are nice, and it's home. But maintenance is, well, practically non-existent.
Our neighbors have had troubles with their bathroom since January. The fixtures all needed to be replaced, and the plumbing is shot. Those poor folks have put up with a half-functioning relief facility for 5 months now. I can understand and appreciate their frustrations.
Today, "Tony" from maintenance decided to sit on his duff while doing something, so he got on the riding lawn mower to cut the grass that was just trimmed 6 days ago. Mr. Neighbor walked out of his house to vent on Tony a bit. As Tony turned off the mower, my wife could hear the following exchange:
Mr. N: Look, we've been waiting and waiting for this. When are you going to come back and finish this job?
Tony: Well, we can't do anything until we get a work order for it, so just keep calling the office.
Mr. N: We've been calling every day. For weeks now! How many more times do we need to call before you come back to fix (the bathroom)?
Tony: Um... Well... I don't know what to tell you. Just keep calling. We have to get a work order first.
Mr. N: But I'm telling you now. Can't you talk to somebody about it?
Tony: Um... Sorry... I don't know what to tell you.
Apparently, you're not getting a work order because you spend all day on your little tractor, instead of processing and prioritizing repair requests!
Looks like Tony's already taking his Memorial Day vacation...
One more post before the next edition of the STUPIES!!!
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