Stupid toilet flush issues! / Sleazy P. Martini

This morning, I called the apartment manager to advise her that the flush handle on my toilet hadn't been working since Saturday morning. She told me, "Nobody else has as many problems with the toilet as you do, and we just fixed it a month ago!" (not true, since they fixed it on the night of August 27) "You should use it carefully and tenderly; if we find it's YOUR fault, you will be charged. My landlord and boss say it's very expensive for the plumber to come. You should put any problems you have IN WRITING instead of calling." I was not exactly impressed after that, and wish the old management (which left over two years ago) was still in place - Kathy and Kelly probably wouldn't make a fuss about my soap bar ledge in the bathroom, OR the toilet flush handle issue! *sighs and figures again that she needs to move*

At least I had an interesting conversation with Corey about GWAR, Sleazy P. Martini (the manager), 1991 recordings, someone in Arizona who cut up her lover, etc. Interesting news stories, for sure! Daisy, Eric T., and Dennis all added me on Facebook also. YAY! I also want to read THE BELL JAR (Sylvia Plath), and update my Visual Bookshelf on Facebook. Cue double addictions to books / reading and the social networking site, haha! Jon just sent us an email about a Sunday Dinner this week - it's criminal that we haven't had one in two weeks, Jeremy's desire to make yam fries / frites if you're snobbish (hip items in restaurants), using pumpkins and squash for the varieties and it being pretty to look at / their being in season and tasting better now than in the summer, using discarded pumpkins on the roadside if we're feeling extra Asian-cheap (like dumpster diving without actually going into the dumpster :P), and sparing hours to fellowship. Sounds good, although I won't be in for Steph's anxious ticket buying for the CFL West Final and the Lions on Nov. 18 after Sunday School at 1:30! (but she can always sell them on Craigslist if nobody else but Jon is interested)


Edit two hours later: The manager's husband came by to take a look - apparently, the flush valve has a hole in the chain, and it can't connect to the bottom part of the tank. Guess the plumber will be in again - "wait a while," indeed! The toilet tank definitely won't fill back up on its own right away, so I have to get used to weird noises coming from the tank as it attempts to do the impossible and fill up. Yikes. Thank goodness the hospital's across the street? (and is open 24/7, unlike the health centre next door) Hahaha.