my apartment saga continues. last night, someone came by and did the cleanup, and the building manager told me he’d send out plumbers between 10-2. and considering that last time they said they’d send someone , they were nearly 2 hours later than they said, my expectations weren’t high. regardless, I was going to be at work, so I gave the intermediary person what they needed to access my apartment.
well, a few minutes before 8 this morning, I heard weird sounds going on. and considering that I have cats, I very naturally assumed that Troublemaker Bea was getting into something she shouldn’t. I had on my light summer robe while I was eating breakfast in my room but it wasn’t tied particularly well, because y’know, living alone.
friends, it was not my cats. it was the handyman. who I flashed. I’m glad it was that specific handyman, who is resolutely uncreepy and kind, but uh. what the fuck. I didn’t get a text or anything saying they’d be coming by earlier than planned.
