Day 028: This Apartment is Broken

It's not even broken in the good way. That would mean the apartment is so good it ruins living in an apartment. No, it's broken in the bad way, meaning nothing works, and no one's fixing any of the following:

1. The air conditioner is raining
2. The air conditioner is raining yellow liquid
3. The dishwasher occasionally screeches, not unlike a velociraptor 
4. The drain sucks
5. There's little to no ventilation in some rooms
6. The towel rack is in a state of disrepair
7. All the sink knobs are switched like some dyslexic prank

And then the guy finally comes when none of us are here so we don't really know if he's done anything to the AC vent. 

Still leaking.

We continue complaining, and he finally comes a second time like it wasn't in his job description. It refuses to leak because that's just the way it is, so he thinks we're just causing trouble, the immature college students we are. 

Needless to say, his act of observation alone was not enough to fix the problem. Still leaking, sometimes pouring. 

He hasn't come a third time, but it just pisses me off to come home to a drenched floor and overflowing cups knowing no one's taken care of the problem, considering mold is a...oh, what's the phrase: safety hazard.

I have very few pet peeves, one of which is the sound of large, unnecessary gulping. It's disgusting. Apparently, it also bothers me to have wet floors. I know, it's irrational.