(RBU Join Date: 03/06/2010)
It started with the mice eating my food without my permission and leaving little fish food like presents for me around my kitchen. Then, with the realization that my landlord thought it was efficient to just put a mousetrap in the ceiling hole rather than cover it up. I began to renege on this being a great decision. But, once my furry roommates were evicted, my little basement apartment began to look quite cozy, not to mention a great retreat during the humid summer.
That was, until several months later, when our Canadian winter set in. Apparently during the remodeling of my apartment, someone neglected to check the piping. It was Christmas break and being a student I ventured back home for 2 weeks. During this time my shower decided to turn itself on to full capability (using only hot water of course) causing the fire alarm in my apartment to go off and the hot water tank to go empty to the dismay of the other 4 tenants. My landlord, knowing the obvious badass that I am, assumed I turned it on as a joke before I left and wanted me to pay for the damage done to the apartment. This didn’t go over well with me and before we could have chat about it, less than 2 weeks after my return, the pipe under my kitchen sink cracked.
I was almost pleased to inform my landlord that the likelihood of me dying in a tsunami caused by my own apartment might become a reality. There was no way he could blame this one on me. He fixed my sink efficiently and I accepted his unspoken apology. I was ready to concentrate on what was important – my social life, so I did just that. It was St. Patrick’s Day and not being even a little bit Irish I felt the need to party as though I was.
I went out with 3 friends who were all staying with me that weekend and when we came back to my apartment (completely sober) I discovered another surprise left for me by my new BFF of an apartment. Well, actually, a friend did while he was passed out on my floor – the water meter in my bedroom broke causing my entire bedroom to flood. I put a bucket under the leak to catch the water, but when I’d get back from school, it had long since filled up. My landlord’s solution was to get a guy to come in and put what looked like nothing more than electrical tape around the crack to thankfully cause it to not leak in one place, but three.