| 17 May 2004 at 14.15.09 ZuluTime
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Posted by Gremlin [24.8.18.225 - c-24-8-18-225.client.comcast.net] on 17 May 2004 at 14.15.09 ZuluTime:
Since I've got some time here, I might as well catch everyone up on the latest fucking problem.
According to the recorder, I called the Emergency Pager Number thirty nine minutes ago, since the office won't open until nine, which is an hour from now. I called primarily because it's still raining in my hallway.
Of course, I've got about 240 hours left on the C: Drive to record this .wma at CD Quality, so I'm letting it run, to keep track of the downtime before calling the Emergency Number and getting a call back. See: the Emergency Number exists for Emergencies. Like when it's raining in the fucking at a rate of about fifty gallons a day and the accumulation is threatening to infect other rooms and destroy some seriously valuable stuff.
On the bright side, I guess, MondoHebe stopped by yesterday and, ah...and sold me his carpetshampooer. Or rented it to me. Or whatever. Saved me the trouble of leaving this place long enough to go rent a RugDoctor from someplace else, since I really can't leave for long if I want to stay on top of the fucking deluge.
Now, of course, I'm waiting for the morons to call me back about my Emergency. Which I kinda doubt they'll do, since they're obviously very tired of hearing me complain about fifty gallons of water raining in here per day. You'd think I'd be more fucking considerate about callnig the Emergency Number of the Fucking Idiots I employ for this Fucking Purpose.
Hard to say. I haven't really slept since Friday. I could be misunderstanding the issue. Which is why I started filming it, and recording the downtime between calling the Emergency Pager and, if it ever happens, having them respond to it.
As of an hour ago, my mailbox hadn't been fixed either. Though they promised me on Saturday that it would be fixed by ten today, which is in two hours. The mailman witnessed that promise, of course.
So. Here I am. Waiting. Typing, while whiting for my phone to ring, realising that the water is building up while I'm not back there sucking it all up into the little RugDoctor thingy. Getting very tired. Getting very angry. Getting very little accomplished.
If, by nine, they haven't called me back from the Emergency Number [which shows up on my phone as PRIVATE, naturally enough], I'll call the office, which will allegedly be open by then, and give them one final chance to fix every fucking problem they've caused.
Then, I start calling real people. The Department of Health, the EPA, Fair Housing, and anyone else I can think of. I might even run with MondoHebe's suggestion: calling the fucking newscrews and having them come out to help me film this shit. Given the smell in here, since I'm also not thrilled about showing up on camera, I think I can justify a surgical mask, along with Gargoyles and a fedora, to conceal my aesthetics while allowing them to expose the management's Criminal Negligence.
To answer the question lower on the board, about whether I ever actually sue anyone who hands me a fucking case...in this event, wait and see. I'm not sure I have a choice but to sue them. If I don't, given their behaviour to date, they're likely to sue me for their damages to this place. So I'll have to deal with it one way or the other, I suppose.
Fifty minutes since I called the Emergency Pager. And forty-eight minutes until the office, as well as the governmental world, open for business. Tick tock.
Dumb timing, of course. Hunter finally crashed after being up for close to forty-eight hours, helping me stay on top of this mess. So now I'm waiting for the next hour for these idiots to call me, and can't really rush off to deal with the actual problem or I'll miss the call I'm still recording. I guess that, whatever gets destroyed while I'm attempting to get someone to FUCKING HELP ME after sixty-two hours of doing this on my own, is their problem now. They had the opportunity to solve their own problems; they declined to take me seriously. So, they can renumerate me for my losses related to their Criminal Inanity. Fine by me.
Maybe I can chance rnuning off to suck up the water for a few minutes. If they call me and I miss it, the phone will tell me 1 CALL MISSED, and I'll know that the morons are awake again....
--Gremlin