It started Tuesday night, with the sound of fire trucks outside the window. It continued for hours, late into the night.
WHY? WHY?! Jackhammering. At 10:30 pm. Outside the window.
Strange septic aroma. Pickaxes. Backhoes. An excavator. Flashing lights.
Emergency vehicles. Union dudes.
Sleep was going to be challenging.
Wednesday night. Note on the elevator. No cooking gas that night.
Tonight. Note on the elevator that gas/electric utilities needed to be in Attic on Friday and upcoming Monday - and OH THEN...
THEN the super and his wife presented me with this box and made me sign for it while they said - there will be notes under alllllllllllllllllll of the tenants' doors.
Long story short, I will not be cooking with gas for possibly 4-6 weeks. So. Yeah. Or using the dryers in the building.
Hello landlord-provided shiny new kinda hot plate? Where the hell am I plugging you in in the Attic of no kitchen counters?
I am relieved. Was beginning to think the smell was a neighbor who...
hadn't been seen for a while and was possibly a 'former neighbor'.)