Friday, February 12, 2010

Working At Home

So the elevator next to my apartment has been making this god-awful sound, and I have placed a work order two weeks ago. Since I am working at home, each grind of the wheels acts as a proverbial gnash of my patience. I haul myself out of the apartment and find the maintenance guy.

"Hi, I am Eric of 507. I was the one who placed the order on the elevator."
"Um... when are we going to fix the elevator."
"The elevator guy came out today to measure the gears and they should be fixed next week."
"Ok this sucks, this means I cannot bring anyone back to my apartment."
"I don't understand."
"Dude, why would you cock-block me?"

Elevator being fixed right now.

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