my big, wet hole
Alright. So I had a leak in the ceiling of my office. The ceiling was wet, and getting kind of skanky. So I called the landlord, and they sent people over to deal with it. Step one involved cutting out all the skanky drywall.
Soooo...there was a big hole in my ceiling. Fair enough. Roofers were on the way. Then a crack team of drywall professionals was to arrive to fix the hole.
Welllllllllllll...two days later the roofers show up. Now let me digress for a moment. This building I'm in is brand spanking new. It has one of those cool-looking metal roofs. Green. But if you look at the roof carefully, it looks like it was installed by angry chimps wielding croquet mallets. It is (as they say in the roofing industry) "a really fucked up roof."
Now I'm no roofing professional, but I can see at least three places on this roof that have serious problems. So when the roofers finally showed up, I envisioned them undertaking a major repair effort - huge sheets of metal being ejected into the parking lot, power tools blasting away, exotic metal fabricating machines running...
Nope.
They put down a bead of caulk and called it a day. A bead of caulk. In one place. Caulk.
Sigh. I know this is going to come as a TOTAL shock to you, but the roof was not fixed. Do you know how I know the roof isn't fixed? Because it is raining today and my carpet is wet.
The hole in may ceiling (which has not yet been repaired) now allows the leaking roof to dump water directly onto my floor. I was better off with a moldy ceiling.
I could go on. The story actually gets stupider. But I have work to do. I need to move some furniture away from the ever-expanding wet spot on the carpet.
For the record, I love the rain. I just love it to be OUTSIDE.
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