Broken Doll

My apartment is freezing, there is a hole in my living room ceiling, and there is some sort of animal shit on the laundry room floor — an animal which probably got in through the broken door and shit which is now mixed into a pasty mud thanks to the leaking utility sink.

And yes, I’ve been politely talking to both my landlord and the building maintenance guy about these little items. Since June.

And oh yeah, I try to register a heat complaint with the city and am told, basically, that they won’t do anything unless I stay home from work to let the inspector in. Dude, I couldn’t care less what the temperature is when I’m not here. Come by in the evening when I am home and I’ll show you how goddamned cold it is.

I hate my landlord.