« on: June 08, 2013, 12:38:11 am »
The Northeast is getting weather.
Another fucking tropical system bypasses my parents and comes right for me. They're starting to think this is funny. My leaking roof, however...
I told the landlord that the roof was still dripping, so he sends his guys over today, and they RIP OPEN MY BEDROOM CEILING to find the leak, and then go into the attic to tar (yes, tar during a feederband of a tropical storm) the hole. Then, they put plastic bags over my icky tar hole. Wet tar. Wet tar that is now dripping down my wall, and there is still water coming in. Navyguy poked a hole in the bag to allow the water to drip out into a bucket. Best we can do until the skies clear Sunday and wait a few days for my building to dry out.
Nothing that we own got ruined but a tarp (glad I keep a couple of those laying around. Part of camping life and being crazy-prepared East Coast) and maybe one or two towels. Still. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Still not as bad as the last apartment, though. At least they are TRYING to fix this mess, which is courtesy of Hurricane Sandy, and not really building negligence.