Around 4:00 o’clock yesterday afternoon I
continued the Whatsapp conversation initiated by the handyman of my apartment
building. Yeah, I guess it has creepily
evolved to that. I followed up on the showerhead
that was removed from the master bedroom bath on Monday when a few small
repairs were made.
So the proverbial straw that breaks the camel’s
back is a showerhead. In addition to the
shower problems I had been experiencing, I had no lights in my kitchen for more
than two months. We pay the management
company somewhere in the neighbourhood of $1000 per month (crazy, I know, but
it is what it is) on top of the rent to service the apartment so, really, going
two months without having my kitchen lights repaired is completely
unacceptable. Sure, I could have found
someone else or even done the work myself, but let’s not forget the $1000 per month
they are being paid to take care of issues like this.
After receiving the Whatsapp message from
the handyman about the thrown-away showerhead, I called up the management
company and had a real go at them. Now,
the term ‘real go’ is very relative. My ‘real
go’ did not include any screaming or f-bombs.
I think I might have told them that I considered their performance as a
management company exceptionally ‘unprofessional’, and I am sure I used my
favourite term: ridiculous (and thought
of Sibyl and Kelly).
When I got home, I was so frustrated that I
called a good friend and gave him a real ear full about the day I was
having. And like someone who is
emotionally unstable at a particular moment, I related all the problems I have been having
in my life for the past year to the showerhead that was removed from my
apartment on Monday.
Then I felt really bad, embarrassed even. I mean, I would like to think that I am above
pitching a hissy fit (love the term, linked to hysteria) just because things do
not happen according to my preference and/or my timing. But I am not.
As a result of my hysterical behaviour, however, before
the night was done, my kitchen lights were repaired. This was a result of my unbecoming
behaviour. I have always spoken to the
people from the management company with courtesy and respect, and the jobs I
needed done were left undone. It is a
shame that the way I got them done was to show my ass a little.
