The new maintenance fellow stopped by with bits for the sink. I showed him the thermostat and explained the situation to him. He grokked. I showed him the shower. He grokked.
Things are getting fixed. Yay. He did not have kind words for the installers.
The problem with the shower in my apartment: when turning the knob, it turned from Off to Cold to Warm to Hot to Off to Hot to Warm. There was no such thing as a full-blast Hot shower.
The chiller unit's problem: the thermostat was for an a/c, not a chiller. The dude will be replacing it with a correct part. He's hoping that the wires have been run correctly.
I got my water filter for my sink. That was actually what the guy came over with; when he asked me what else there was to do, I showed him with great cheer.
There have been so many condensation problems that I am lucky to have just a few drips out of my chiller. (Note to self: pick up new air filters from office.) Some people have been utterly swamped out. I'm so very glad that I've not had this happen.
The guy had not thought that there was actually anyone residing in the apartment when the cabinets fell down. Evidently my cabinets have become somewhat of a local legend, and a symbol of the utter suckitude of previous management.
"And how are you doing today, Lady Macbeth?"
"They were doing shots. Of absinthe. Death by stupidity."
"I don't drink, and I know what absinthe is."
Cute Poser-Geek Super: "Next time we have a party you can come. You're already invited."
Cute 19-year-old phone goon: "Great!"
CPGS: "... It's in my pants."
Fortunately for the Nerf-bat, the other supervisors did the LARTing for me.
Rev. Nice Super is claiming that squirrels have a special connection to Satan, and that I can confirm this through my own special connection with Satan. He was goofing around with The Pugilist (the phone goon who almost got in a fight with the Master of Misinformation) and this came up in conversation.
Evidently I smile too much to be affiliated with Satan. Rev. Nice Super claims this is deceptive. I can confirm the squirrel/Satan connection, at least. (I know this thing through my special connection with Alaska.)
"Azure. Can I make you happy with some paperclips?"
"Yes, but you can make that thing [the paperclip jar] even happier."
"You can make it happy." *hands over great whopping handful of paperclips*
"I think I'll make my desk drawer happy."