OMIGOD. I came home Monday night and found that the bathroom ceiling had collapsed, LITERALLY. Mounds of damp (and probably asbestos-laced) plaster, cement, and rotten, mildew-y wood filled the toilet and tub, and to top it off (unfortunately not the usual alcoholic's way), two little mice crawled out from the toilet and the rubbage.
BARF. Thank god for the shower at my gym.
The super tore a hole in the living room ceiling as well, so the living room has been un-live-able because all the furniture was pushed into a huge mass in the middle of the room.
Apparently the 6-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon I left for the Super didn't do much good, as it still took them three days to repair and they left the walls unplastered so our apartment looks like the slums. At least they attempted to clean up the apartment before leaving every day, which is amazing given they left our apartment covered in plaster-shit the last time they tried to fix something.
The good news is I'm getting out of the ghetto and into a new building and apartment come September. YAY.
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