I will wait till Monday. I will approach the manager. I prefer to approach the manager rather than go to maintenance. I never know who is going to be in that office when I get there. I never know how I will be treated. Sometimes, whatever problem I bring up, I get poked fun at. I’m serious, guys, they do poke fun at me. Like they beat around the bush or change the topic. Or say that they have no clue what I’m talking about and refer me elsewhere. I once called, this ages ago, and they did nothing but make jokes about the problem I was calling about. I think I said there was a mouse in my apartment and the lady made jokes about “mousie,” and so on. I honestly wanted to inform them and was rather upset to have a mouse there. I had mixed feelings, too. I wanted to deal with this little creature humanely. I think he or she just ran off. Maybe he didn’t want to be called “Mousie,” eh?
Meanwhile, I will just keep my fingers crossed that by tomorrow at 7:30 or so, I’ve got water warm enough for a shower, or guts enough to be like a kid again, hold my breath, and take a cold one.