Today I went out with Date, and we went to the movies. Because I am an idiot, I decided that we should see the remake of A Nightmare on Elm Street. I have no idea why I thought that would be a good idea, but I insisted. Our other option was Robin Hood. Given the reviews, I'd rather see the fear-inducing film. Plus, I'm trying to get over fear.
Yeah, that worked out well. I squealed like a little girl within the first five minutes of the film. I do not do well with horror movies. Years upon years ago, I called my best friend because I was scared of a Jack the Ripper biography.
I tried to overthink the movie, and I did OK, until I went to the bathroom after the movie. (What? You thought that my changing positions in the chair was because of fear?) The bathroom at the movie theatre was quite possibly the scariest after-horror-movie place ever. I really considered asking Date to stay in there with me.
I made it through and was fine until I got home tonight, watched the sun go down, and began to worry again.
I tried to overcome my fear and could not. I won't watch another horror film unless MST3K is attached.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Netflix
The boy is finally starting to get excited about my upcoming visit. He’s not one to show a lot of emotion, so I was really happy when he called me up to tell me that he’s been looking at the social calendars The Stranger publishes. Since then, he’s told me about a couple of restaurants where he wants to take me, asked me to remind him of the restaurants where I want him to take me, and today he asked me to email him my Netfix list.
Social calendar: We’re going to see Rollins on the 27th! The boy’s never been to see him so I’m glad he’s willing to go with me. I’ve seen Hank now three times, and while I enjoy his talks immensely, I hope he’s come up with some new material.
Restaurants where he wants to take me: Machiavelli and Plum Bistro. What makes me laugh about Plum is that it’s vegan. This is the best compromise he could figure out for a mostly vegetarian and quite possibly the most carnivorous carnivore ever.
Restaurants where I want him to take me: Rover’s and Poppy. Someone’s been watching Top Chef Masters; want to guess who? I’ll give you one guess. Between the boy and me, it’s the one of us that has cable, watches Top Chef and Top Chef Masters, and transcribes the dishes the cheftestants cook to read later to read to the foodie in this relationship.
Netflix queue: First, here’s my choices: (Yes, I copied and pasted from my email to the boy.)
24 Hour Party People
Control – NOT the Ray Liotta version, please
Party Monster
Angels in America
Michael Jackson’s This Is It
Arrested Development – at least Season 1, as I’ve seen none of it
Family Guy – a couple seasons, your choice
Julie & Julia – c’mon, it’s got classic French cooking…
Little Children – I’m enjoying the book and I like Kate Winslet
Invader Zim, Season 1
Walk The Line
The Last King of Scotland
God Grew Tired of Us
Ed Wood
Soft Cell: Live in Milan (squee!)
Second, this was hard for me because I rarely see movies. I don’t know why; they’ve just never really been my thing. The boy’s wanted to see Control – I’ve seen it about four times now but I want to watch it with him to see his reaction. I want to see if he sees what I see in the movie. We talked about seeing the Michael Jackson movie when it was out when I was last up there but it never came about.
Third, getting to read his Netflix queue was a bit strange. It felt like I was seeing too much of him. His list is quite pure because he lives alone and therefore never has to compromise. I know he’s always liked thrillers and horror films and strangely Gothic themes. It’s just to see one hundred of those kinds of movies (who knew there were that many?) is a bit overwhelming.
I’m not sure of my point – as usual, I’m not sure I have one – but I think it might be something along the lines of really getting a pure insight into your partner can sometimes be more than you imagined.
Social calendar: We’re going to see Rollins on the 27th! The boy’s never been to see him so I’m glad he’s willing to go with me. I’ve seen Hank now three times, and while I enjoy his talks immensely, I hope he’s come up with some new material.
Restaurants where he wants to take me: Machiavelli and Plum Bistro. What makes me laugh about Plum is that it’s vegan. This is the best compromise he could figure out for a mostly vegetarian and quite possibly the most carnivorous carnivore ever.
Restaurants where I want him to take me: Rover’s and Poppy. Someone’s been watching Top Chef Masters; want to guess who? I’ll give you one guess. Between the boy and me, it’s the one of us that has cable, watches Top Chef and Top Chef Masters, and transcribes the dishes the cheftestants cook to read later to read to the foodie in this relationship.
Netflix queue: First, here’s my choices: (Yes, I copied and pasted from my email to the boy.)
24 Hour Party People
Control – NOT the Ray Liotta version, please
Party Monster
Angels in America
Michael Jackson’s This Is It
Arrested Development – at least Season 1, as I’ve seen none of it
Family Guy – a couple seasons, your choice
Julie & Julia – c’mon, it’s got classic French cooking…
Little Children – I’m enjoying the book and I like Kate Winslet
Invader Zim, Season 1
Walk The Line
The Last King of Scotland
God Grew Tired of Us
Ed Wood
Soft Cell: Live in Milan (squee!)
Second, this was hard for me because I rarely see movies. I don’t know why; they’ve just never really been my thing. The boy’s wanted to see Control – I’ve seen it about four times now but I want to watch it with him to see his reaction. I want to see if he sees what I see in the movie. We talked about seeing the Michael Jackson movie when it was out when I was last up there but it never came about.
Third, getting to read his Netflix queue was a bit strange. It felt like I was seeing too much of him. His list is quite pure because he lives alone and therefore never has to compromise. I know he’s always liked thrillers and horror films and strangely Gothic themes. It’s just to see one hundred of those kinds of movies (who knew there were that many?) is a bit overwhelming.
I’m not sure of my point – as usual, I’m not sure I have one – but I think it might be something along the lines of really getting a pure insight into your partner can sometimes be more than you imagined.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Happy Failure
Sunday night, my buddy Ward decided to run my inventory. Monday night, the boy decided to lay into me and when I told him that I didn’t want to end our conversation that way, he told me that I don’t always get what I want.
Narcissistic aside: Do I ever get what I want?
Needless to say, Tuesday morning I woke up feeling pretty bad. Like, why bother bad. Like, can I even get out of bed and get to work bad. Somehow, I dragged myself out of the bedsheets and into the shower, where some crappy pop music and my incredible irritation at a local car dealership radio ad which is so anti-consumer that I can barely stand it got my Christine mojo going again.
Then, instead of watching twenty minutes of The West Wing like I do most mornings, I yanked out my O magazine (yeah, I read O. Judge away.) and quickly read a couple of articles. One got to me – Elizabeth Gilbert’s article called Lighten Up! where she extols the virtue of making a complete mess of yourself because it’s not the worst thing that can happen. It can often be the best.
So I decided to fail spectacularly on Tuesday. I completely shot my diet, 15 days before I leave for vacation. I had Chik-Fil-A for breakfast (my biscuit had cheese on it!) and an absolutely non-Jared-approved Subway (foot long!) sandwich for lunch. I went home and drank beer and decided not to eat dinner because it’s too flipping hot to eat and I refuse to turn on the A/C because it’s still early May. I chattered at friends about how I really am making mistakes in my relationships, how I put expectations on people, and how much I love reality TV. I watched Celebrity Apprentice. I went to bed at 9:15. It was lovely.
Did it make everything better? No. I’m still upset with Ward because I didn’t deserve that attack. I understand it though, because people sometimes have to vent their pain and they’ll do it on the closest (physically or emotionally) person near them. Still, an apology is in order. And although I didn’t want to speak to the boy – he seriously hurt my feelings! – I left him a message wishing him well on a project he had that day. And I felt anxious about a) making the call and b) not getting to speak to him.
Phone call fail. The rest of the day was pretty peaceful though. It’s nice to know I can just be for a day – well, the daylight hours anyway.
Narcissistic aside: Do I ever get what I want?
Needless to say, Tuesday morning I woke up feeling pretty bad. Like, why bother bad. Like, can I even get out of bed and get to work bad. Somehow, I dragged myself out of the bedsheets and into the shower, where some crappy pop music and my incredible irritation at a local car dealership radio ad which is so anti-consumer that I can barely stand it got my Christine mojo going again.
Then, instead of watching twenty minutes of The West Wing like I do most mornings, I yanked out my O magazine (yeah, I read O. Judge away.) and quickly read a couple of articles. One got to me – Elizabeth Gilbert’s article called Lighten Up! where she extols the virtue of making a complete mess of yourself because it’s not the worst thing that can happen. It can often be the best.
So I decided to fail spectacularly on Tuesday. I completely shot my diet, 15 days before I leave for vacation. I had Chik-Fil-A for breakfast (my biscuit had cheese on it!) and an absolutely non-Jared-approved Subway (foot long!) sandwich for lunch. I went home and drank beer and decided not to eat dinner because it’s too flipping hot to eat and I refuse to turn on the A/C because it’s still early May. I chattered at friends about how I really am making mistakes in my relationships, how I put expectations on people, and how much I love reality TV. I watched Celebrity Apprentice. I went to bed at 9:15. It was lovely.
Did it make everything better? No. I’m still upset with Ward because I didn’t deserve that attack. I understand it though, because people sometimes have to vent their pain and they’ll do it on the closest (physically or emotionally) person near them. Still, an apology is in order. And although I didn’t want to speak to the boy – he seriously hurt my feelings! – I left him a message wishing him well on a project he had that day. And I felt anxious about a) making the call and b) not getting to speak to him.
Phone call fail. The rest of the day was pretty peaceful though. It’s nice to know I can just be for a day – well, the daylight hours anyway.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
Yesterday I got Facebook messages from Date's sister. Looks like she may be back here for a while, and wanted my opinion on the legal market here.
AN EXPERIENCED ATTORNEY WANTED MY ADVICE.
I'm so happy to help her if she needs the time. She was so wonderful to me as I sat for the bar, and gave me very realistic advice once I passed. I will introduce her to the well-seasoned attorneys that I know, and be - again - happy to do it.
Monday I file my first case. My client pushes me along (and occasionally makes me crazy) to get me to get everything started.
Folks, I am so excited to see the development of my legal career. It helps so much, especially since my very correct legal opinion was overturned by a higher-up on Friday.
We're in business!
PS - Be really good to your Momma tomorrow, if you can. If you have a tough relationship with her, do try to remember that she was a girl and a woman before you ever existed. Would you want to be eternally judged by what you did when you were younger?
AN EXPERIENCED ATTORNEY WANTED MY ADVICE.
I'm so happy to help her if she needs the time. She was so wonderful to me as I sat for the bar, and gave me very realistic advice once I passed. I will introduce her to the well-seasoned attorneys that I know, and be - again - happy to do it.
Monday I file my first case. My client pushes me along (and occasionally makes me crazy) to get me to get everything started.
Folks, I am so excited to see the development of my legal career. It helps so much, especially since my very correct legal opinion was overturned by a higher-up on Friday.
We're in business!
PS - Be really good to your Momma tomorrow, if you can. If you have a tough relationship with her, do try to remember that she was a girl and a woman before you ever existed. Would you want to be eternally judged by what you did when you were younger?
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Well, I Tried
Last night I got a great idea to send flowers to Momma at her work from all three of us kids. I left a message for my brother and sister. My brother called me back, OKed the amount I thought would be a fair split ($25 people, it's not like I was asking for tons). I never heard back from my sister.
Today I texted my sister to see if she was in. I couldn't tell her about the all-three-of-us plan, as my siblings don't speak. She texted back that she had already arranged for flowers to be sent to Momma, which is awesome. (Her text, however, was a bit holier-than-thou). So my brother and I upped our ante and Momma will get a gorgeous arrangement on Friday at work.
Aside: I think I've mentioned before, guys, that sending flowers to work means a whole lot.
I wish my siblings would get over their issues. I don't know if the real problem is with them or with their spouses.
In 2007, the war came out. My sister needed some help, and my brother's wife decided to put in her two cents. While she's entitled to her opinion, sending her thoughts about my brother-in-law to my sister was inappropriate Not as inappropriate as my sister-in-law sending her thoughts about my sister to her mother (Momma).
You can see where this gets bad, quickly. This all happened about two months before I graduated from law school. I cancelled the visit for all of them, because I knew that all I wanted to do was lock my family in a closet and let them duke it out.
One: I kinda hate them all for not being able to get over it and care about a special day for me.
Two: I wish I knew a way to get my siblings to speak before our parents die.
Today I texted my sister to see if she was in. I couldn't tell her about the all-three-of-us plan, as my siblings don't speak. She texted back that she had already arranged for flowers to be sent to Momma, which is awesome. (Her text, however, was a bit holier-than-thou). So my brother and I upped our ante and Momma will get a gorgeous arrangement on Friday at work.
Aside: I think I've mentioned before, guys, that sending flowers to work means a whole lot.
I wish my siblings would get over their issues. I don't know if the real problem is with them or with their spouses.
In 2007, the war came out. My sister needed some help, and my brother's wife decided to put in her two cents. While she's entitled to her opinion, sending her thoughts about my brother-in-law to my sister was inappropriate Not as inappropriate as my sister-in-law sending her thoughts about my sister to her mother (Momma).
You can see where this gets bad, quickly. This all happened about two months before I graduated from law school. I cancelled the visit for all of them, because I knew that all I wanted to do was lock my family in a closet and let them duke it out.
One: I kinda hate them all for not being able to get over it and care about a special day for me.
Two: I wish I knew a way to get my siblings to speak before our parents die.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Update (or Fifteen)
Since my diatribe of Thursday, there’s more news to tell! When I got home Friday night, there was a voicemail on my cell from the manager of my apartment complex, completely agreeing with me that the situation was unacceptable and that she is absolutely on my side in getting these repairs done correctly this time. (Me: Uh-huh. Sure.) She also mentioned that she had spoken with the district manager about the problem and that that person is on board as well. (Me: It’s getting a little deep…)
Friday night’s towel use: 5. But I did get to go to Panoply and watch children paint a playhouse and watch Cita’s students create new colors for the kids, and wow, had I forgotten how much energy four teenage girls have when they’re all in one group. Cita whips out her Droid (drool…) and notes that it’s going to rain in about fifteen minutes. Panoply is in a completely uncovered outdoor park. The best protection from rain in the park is your car. Four teenage girls can also clean up a giant paint-y mess in about three minutes. By the time the storm broke, we were already halfway back to our cars.
Aside: Cita’s mother is a power walker like me. I love that.
Saturday, Panoply was cancelled because the sky was falling. There really was potential for tornadoes and other nastiness, so it just wasn’t a good day for an outdoors art festival. I had all these great ideas to clean, and around 4pm I finally got around to it. Guess what I found on the floors of the laundry room and kitchen?
One call to maintenance and forty-five minutes later, a very nice man, originally from New Zealand, proclaimed my leak “The worst I’ve ever seen.” Awesome.
Towel use for Saturday: 10. As I pointed out to Lucy’s mom, I have a surprising number of towels for a single woman. I have somewhere between fifteen and twenty. Still, I’m having to wash towels three or four times a week. Imagine what that’s going to do for my water bill?
Sunday arrived without any new watery presents. I don’t think it’s fixed; I think I got a reprieve. I did get to do my volunteer shift at Panoply, where I was forced to sell raffle tickets and get a bit of a sunburn on my right forearm, and only on my right forearm. Re: selling – I am not a saleslady, folks. I hate it, I suck at it, I feel like I’m intruding into people’s lives, and it makes me so very, very uncomfortable. When I was a Girl Scout™, I couldn’t make myself sell Girl Scout Cookies™, and those things sell themselves. Seniors at my high school were supposed to sell magazine subscriptions to cover senior costs. Momma just paid them. I had a temp job some time ago for the Muscular Dystrophy Association, and I could barely talk to people about volunteering their time. I.HATE.SELLING. I sold about fifteen tickets in two hours. Not too shabby.
An hour or so ago I got a call from my landlady saying that she was going to have to call in a contractor to fix the water leakage problem. (Me: You think?) She won’t know what will happen to my apartment or how long it’ll take, or if she’ll be able to give me a head’s up on the repairs before any large upper areas of the place are removed. This worries me because of my pure belief that there’s mold in there, and Biggs is fifteen years old (seventy-six!), and while I’m substantially younger than Biggs in human years, I don’t want either of us to breathe in mold. Landlady said that she would reduce my rent the amount of any hotel bill, but how does that help when I’m at work and spores are flying around everywhere, finding new places to grow? This is Alabama, people, and it’s been stormy and will continue to be stormy for a while. Stormy = humidity. Humidity = mold.
Friday night’s towel use: 5. But I did get to go to Panoply and watch children paint a playhouse and watch Cita’s students create new colors for the kids, and wow, had I forgotten how much energy four teenage girls have when they’re all in one group. Cita whips out her Droid (drool…) and notes that it’s going to rain in about fifteen minutes. Panoply is in a completely uncovered outdoor park. The best protection from rain in the park is your car. Four teenage girls can also clean up a giant paint-y mess in about three minutes. By the time the storm broke, we were already halfway back to our cars.
Aside: Cita’s mother is a power walker like me. I love that.
Saturday, Panoply was cancelled because the sky was falling. There really was potential for tornadoes and other nastiness, so it just wasn’t a good day for an outdoors art festival. I had all these great ideas to clean, and around 4pm I finally got around to it. Guess what I found on the floors of the laundry room and kitchen?
One call to maintenance and forty-five minutes later, a very nice man, originally from New Zealand, proclaimed my leak “The worst I’ve ever seen.” Awesome.
Towel use for Saturday: 10. As I pointed out to Lucy’s mom, I have a surprising number of towels for a single woman. I have somewhere between fifteen and twenty. Still, I’m having to wash towels three or four times a week. Imagine what that’s going to do for my water bill?
Sunday arrived without any new watery presents. I don’t think it’s fixed; I think I got a reprieve. I did get to do my volunteer shift at Panoply, where I was forced to sell raffle tickets and get a bit of a sunburn on my right forearm, and only on my right forearm. Re: selling – I am not a saleslady, folks. I hate it, I suck at it, I feel like I’m intruding into people’s lives, and it makes me so very, very uncomfortable. When I was a Girl Scout™, I couldn’t make myself sell Girl Scout Cookies™, and those things sell themselves. Seniors at my high school were supposed to sell magazine subscriptions to cover senior costs. Momma just paid them. I had a temp job some time ago for the Muscular Dystrophy Association, and I could barely talk to people about volunteering their time. I.HATE.SELLING. I sold about fifteen tickets in two hours. Not too shabby.
An hour or so ago I got a call from my landlady saying that she was going to have to call in a contractor to fix the water leakage problem. (Me: You think?) She won’t know what will happen to my apartment or how long it’ll take, or if she’ll be able to give me a head’s up on the repairs before any large upper areas of the place are removed. This worries me because of my pure belief that there’s mold in there, and Biggs is fifteen years old (seventy-six!), and while I’m substantially younger than Biggs in human years, I don’t want either of us to breathe in mold. Landlady said that she would reduce my rent the amount of any hotel bill, but how does that help when I’m at work and spores are flying around everywhere, finding new places to grow? This is Alabama, people, and it’s been stormy and will continue to be stormy for a while. Stormy = humidity. Humidity = mold.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Water Is The Bane Of My Existence
This one's going to be a long one, so I highly recommend that you go get a refill of whatever you're drinking and some extra chips. Go on. I'll wait. Trust me; you'll need the extra nutrients. No? Calorie conscious, are you? OK, but don't say I didn't warn you...
To: Christine
Subject: Leaking?
Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 10:29 am
Subject: RE: Leaking?
To: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 11:30 am
Subject: RE: Leaking?
To: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 12:18 pm
Subject: RE: Leaking?
To: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 12:30 pm
Subject: RE: Leaking?
To: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
I am writing to enforce my rights under Alabama Code § 35-9A-401. Currently, my apartment (Unit X) is uninhabitable because of ongoing water leaks and damage that have rendered my laundry room and kitchen unusable. Also, it is my belief that my entire rental unit is unsafe due in large part to the likelihood of mold growing therein as a consequence of the disrepairs stated herein. Additionally, there have been prior leaks that have required repair. Below are the problems in my unit that are hereby addressed under the aforementioned statute:
You might remember that about a year ago I had some problems with water leaking into my apartment. If you follow me on Twitter or occasionally look at my Twitter updates on the right side, you might have also noticed that I, in January, once again had an issue with more water - but this time leaking into a creative place.
But starting this Sunday, I learned a whole new lesson about how water can get into interesting and new places. Let's start with an email exchange between B. and me about this fun:
From: B.
Sent: Thursday, April 22, 2010 12:21 PMTo: Christine
Subject: Leaking?
Just following up to see if your apt is still leaking. Ugh! What a headache.
From: Christine
To: B.Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 10:29 am
Subject: RE: Leaking?
Last night the intrepid maintenance guy finally made it to my place around 8:15. It took some work, but I convinced him to take down that light fixture in the laundry room and drain it. It took even more work, but I managed to get him to replace the glass globe as well. He then told me he needed to take down the ceiling in the laundry room, and looked at me rather expectantly. “Ummm…no,” I replied. “You’re not taking down my ceiling at 8:30 on a Wednesday night. God only knows what’s between the apartments.”
“But I have to,” he replied, in his lilting Island accent. “It’s the only way to know for sure. Besides, the water we drained was clear.”
“It was yellow,” I responded, “Not clear. Not at all clear.”
“At least it didn’t smell.”
So I still have a ceiling. So far today, I’ve added to my arsenal a copy of the most recent Alabama Landlord-Tenant Act of 2007 and a message left to a local attorney who is an expert in landlord-tenant law. And when I get home tonight, I better still have a ceiling.
From: B.
Sent: Thursday, April 22, 2010 12:45 PMTo: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
I can't help but think I would have said "fine, take down the ceiling. Let me know which local hotel of my approval you'll be putting me up at tonight."
From: Christine
To: B.Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 11:30 am
Subject: RE: Leaking?
He didn’t have the authority to OK that, and again, at 8:30? I’m usually in bed by 10, so I just didn’t need that mess.
Just got off the phone with the attorney, and am about to draft a Notice of Termination letter to deliver on my way home tonight. Essentially, this means that the landlords have 14 days in which to make all repairs so the apartment is habitable, including a mold inspection! Will you have a couple of minutes to read over it for me? It’s got to be great because I intend to post it on the blog as well.
From: B.
Sent: Thursday, April 22, 2010 2:17 PMTo: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
Absolutely! Send it on over when it's ready. Also send me a text as a heads up that it's here so I can have a quick turnaround time for you. Have you now started looking for other places?
From: Christine
To: B.Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 12:18 pm
Subject: RE: Leaking?
I’ve peeked around a bit online, but nothing real yet.
Thanks for looking for me! I really appreciate it.
From: B.
Sent: Thursday, April 22, 2010 2:26 PMTo: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
Looks great! I made a couple changes, the one of greatest importance is "inhabitable" to "uninhabitable." I used track changes.
Good luck, baby! Also, remember that if you have it to them before close of business today, today counts in the calculation of 14 calendar days. At least it does in [her state].
From: Christine
To: B.Sent: Thu, Apr 22, 2010 12:30 pm
Subject: RE: Leaking?
I’m keeping all your changes; it sounds much better that way. The attorney says that because I cannot deliver the letter until after 5, tomorrow starts the counting. And that’s OK by me. I’m not exactly giddy at the thought of moving in 2 weeks, but I absolutely will. I do want out; it’s just such a short time frame! The attorney thinks that they’re get the repairs done rather than see me gone. I guess we’ll see!
From: B.
Sent: Thursday, April 22, 2010 2:37 PMTo: Christine
Subject: Re: Leaking?
Don't be surprised if you get threatened with eviction, non-payment of rent, other BS like that. Landlords hate having to make repairs and hate people who "tell on them." I'm betting that they slap some bubble gum and duct tape on the problem, have an "inspection" performed by someone who is in their pocket, and call it a day, thinking you will stay and put up with their half-a$$'d job. Either way, I would start buying boxes if I were you. Just make sure they can't see them when they come for the inspection and/or repairs.
OK. So B. rocks, she's absolutely right that I could be in for some retaliation, and I am not nearly as good of a proof reader as I thought.
Now, for the letter that I just hand-delivered, with a smile on my face, to the manager of my apartment complex. Prepare to be not only dazzled, but a little bit schooled in Alabama landlord-tenant law:
Notice of Termination
Dear Apartment Manager,I am writing to enforce my rights under Alabama Code § 35-9A-401. Currently, my apartment (Unit X) is uninhabitable because of ongoing water leaks and damage that have rendered my laundry room and kitchen unusable. Also, it is my belief that my entire rental unit is unsafe due in large part to the likelihood of mold growing therein as a consequence of the disrepairs stated herein. Additionally, there have been prior leaks that have required repair. Below are the problems in my unit that are hereby addressed under the aforementioned statute:
- Water leak in front bathroom, which caused excessive overflow through the bathroom ceiling fan as well as along the pipe line above the bathroom. This water damage has never been repaired.
- Water leak in the master bathroom, which again caused water to escape through that bathroom’s ceiling fan. There was again a visible water damage line that extended into the master bedroom. This damage has been painted over and nothing further has been done to remedy the water damage.
- On or about June 30, 2009, the front bathroom again leaked, allowing water once again to escape through the bathroom ceiling fan and the pipe line. As stated in #1, this water damage has not been repaired.
- On or about April 18, 2010, a leak developed in the kitchen. Although the water did not escape the ceiling, there is a visible wide line of water damage to the ceiling.
- On or about April 20, 2010, a leak developed in the laundry room, causing the globular light fixture to completely fill with water and then escape. Maintenance was made aware of the problem, but nothing was done that evening. On April 21, I encountered Ed in the maintenance department and he informed me that the leaks in the kitchen and laundry room had been repaired and that I should have no further problems. At approximately 6:45pm, I became aware of more water leaking into the laundry room. I called the emergency maintenance line and when Ed returned my call, he told me he would be to my apartment presently to ascertain the damage. Upon my request, he removed the globular fixture in the laundry room and drained it of yellow-tinted water. Again upon my request, he then reattached the glass fixture because of my concerns of mold exposure. As of the date of this notice, no repairs to the water damage have been made.
- Throughout my tenure in this apartment, I have frequently noticed a dripping sound which sounds as if it is coming from above the ceiling fan in the living room. Although I have not yet experienced a water damage problem in this area, I suspect that it is only a matter of time before that section of ceiling also becomes a problem. I request that this area be checked for leaks and that if there is a leak, that it be repaired.
Respectfully yours,
Christine
I bet you wish you'd gotten those extra chips now, huh? I'll keep you posted on developments.
I bet you wish you'd gotten those extra chips now, huh? I'll keep you posted on developments.
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