last night, when i got home from work, i noticed a leak in my kitchen ceiling. i called the maintenance guy and he said there wasn’t anything he could do until morning. of course. so i put a crock pot under it (which i never use anyway) and sat down to watch a couple episodes of veronica mars.

after an hour or so the dripping had multiplied, and the plaster was beginning to crack. i think to myself, “this is going to fall in by morning.” the boy scout in me said, “hey, this is going to get worse. move everything out of the way and put something bigger under it to catch the water.” so i did. the dripping continued at a steady rate, and the plaster started to warp a little. there was nothing more i could do, so i went to bed.

2:45 am. crash!

there it was

and here it is

this can't be good

it’s currently -10 degrees in chicago right now, so i decide to work from home. the maintenance guy comes by, looks at the situation, gives me the same line about not being able to do anything right now. in fact, he says he really can’t do anything until the weather is warmer and the snow has melted. so, i have to wait until what, april, to get this fixed?! he goes out on the roof, which i must commend him for, and tries to shovel off any remaining snow and ice.

since then, a new leak has formed at the top of the window adjacent to the hole, but it seems to have slowed. so while i wait until it gets fixed i can’t use half my kitchen and heat from my apartment is no doubt escaping much quicker than it should. guess it’s time to put on my angry tenant hat and write an email to the management.