There are days when I think that I am cursed.
You might recall that it was not too long ago when my bathroom ceiling caved in, making my bathroom unusable for eight days. Unfortunately, now my living room ceiling above and next to my large picture window is getting ready to cave in. This means I might even lose the pane of glass itself — and knowing the special laws that govern my life, the glass will likely fall into my apartment and shatter on the floor, and become mixed in with hundreds of pounds of plaster, lathe and cockroach and mouse shit, causing me AND my birds great emotional distress and possible hazards to our health (my birds live in the living room, and I suffer severe, untreated allergies to cockroaches and nearly everything else on the planet as well as asthma).
Of course, the timing of this latest challenge is impeccable: my annual rent increase was just enacted and I paid it last week — an event that has literally kept me awake for many nights and days, worrying incessantly about how I will afford this. Not only that, but the building “super” (short for superintendent, I think), refuses to come look at the situation until tomorrow, at the earliest — and my .. erm, “super” never has shown up for even one appointment that he has scheduled with me until I actually file a formal complaint with the city.
Oh, and did I mention that I will leave for Finland in six days’ time, and I refuse to allow the “super” free access to my apartment when I am not there to protect my birds from whatever health threats he might inadvertently cause them as he attempts to repair these latest damages?