I'm too wound up (for various reasons - more later) to make this wordy.
I came home Wednesday from work. Go to the bedroom to change, found a puddle of water on the floor, more water dripping the sprinkler head in the ceiling. Very glad only the floor was getting wet. I'm sure Rita (in the apt below me) was glad the ceiling was water resistant.
I complain. They come up say things in Chinese, put a bucket under it. Tell me they are sorry. Will work on it Thursday.
Thursday I tell the AA at work and she calls the manager. I can move to another room if I like - can't tonight, dinner with the group. I will move Friday.
Friday I go to the manager office after work. She says she will give me the key for 602 *after* I move everything out of 601. WTF!?!? I have things in the refrigerator, things in the cupboards, dirty clothes, all kinds of stuff. What am I supposed to put it in?!
She calls 2 cleaning women with a sheet and a box and all 4 of us move things to the new apartment. A maintenance worker shows up to replace 6 lightbulbs (yes six) that are burned out. This apt is a different layout - 2 BR, 2 bath, smaller living room which is more cozy. Ah, no problem.
Saturday morning - water on the kitchen floor. Coming out from under the sink. WTF?!?! Someone comes up, decides it is the trap - it needs Teflon(TM) tape. Ok, whatever.
Come home Saturday evening after going to amusement park (where GP got sunstroke again) and a massage. Hey! More water on the floor! Who should I kill first . . .
After 10 seconds of inspection, I figure out it is a shutoff valve, not the damned drain. Thanks, Dad, for teaching me plumbing. I put a bowl under it and decide I want the rest of my weekend in peace.
Sunday morning (now), the bowl has overflown and I'm angry. I take a photo (digital cameras are great), go down to the manager's office (10am) and stamp my foot to wake him up. I show the picture, tell him in simple English what the problem is. Tell him not to send anyone until after 12 as I'm having breakfast and going out later.
On top of this, they told me Friday I couldn't have internet until next week. I don't know why. I'm also learning that even in Chinese I wouldn't understand why. The "why" explainations from Chinese people are, at best, insufficient. From my engineers and everyone. It's completely different than the West.
Then I open my new Pink Floyd CD (The Wall) and find it won't play in my computer. My very nice, new computer with CD/DVD read/write capability. Luckily it plays in the cheap DVD/VCD/CD/MP3 player that was in the apartment. I couldn't choose the option easily, though, as all the damned buttons are in Chinese.
This on top of some homesickness earlier this week makes me want to quit my job and just move back to the US. Find a new job - hardly even care what anymore :p Maybe live in NY and work for The Thomas Register (ha ha for Ray's benefit).