I want a bath. I want a two hour long two hundred degree bubble bath. I have not had a bath in THREE days. That's right, THREE. 3. Deodorant and body spray make keep me from smelling like i have poor personal hygiene, but i feel YUCKY. Why, you ask, would a conscientious person such as myself ever want to go so many days in my own ick? Well, this is what my bathtub has looked like for the last three days.
There was a "water" leak in my bathroom wall. Lets be honest... It's nasty, dirty, yucky, used shower water from the mexican family upstairs shower draining directly into the wall between my bathroom and Indian's bedroom. How is it being repaired? Well, half arsed. That's how. There is standing "sewage" in my wall. The manager ripped out the part of the wall where the leak was (up high) and left the remains of the wall in my bathtub. He dumped some industrial bleach into the wall, patched the leak and covered the hole. He has not come back to finish covering the hole, nor has he cleaned out my tub of the insulation and 50 year old moldy drywall that he left behind. Plus he left the standing filth in the bottom part of the wall (sure with liquid bleach in it now).
We discovered this leak because for the last three months i have been complaining about a "bubble" in my wall, and mold growing from inside the wall out. Nothing was done. Then, nothing was done. Then, nothing was done. Finally I demanded something be done. THIS is what i GOT. Should i call a lawyer? Should I call the health department? Should i MOVE?