"You have a lot of water problems" her aunt texted her.
"Yeah, well it's an old building." she responded.
For a month her shower's water temperature had been acting up. It went from super cold to scalding in a matter of seconds. She had actually gotten burned several times. She called into the handyman in the building several times, but it was only after her toilet overflowed that she actually met the handyman and pointed out how she'd put in several work orders and hadn't seen him.
After some texting with the landlord they called a plumber and set up an appointment for when the building was turning off the water anyway.
She hated strangers being in her space. The handyman had spent days fixing her toilet and stepped all over her bathmats with his dirty shoes. She washed them, again after they had been washed after the great flood of 2017.
The plumber made them more dirty than ever before. He also went and checked out her view with his muddy boots. Her once white bathmats had turned almost black.
When he finally left she mopped up the places where she could see his shoes and cleaned up the rest of the damage.
He wasn't done of course...there was a hole and a plastic bag taped up where her tile should be surrounding the facet. They were coming back in a few days to fix the rest of it.
On the flip side, the young filmmaker finally made time to come pick up the old TV that had been sitting in her studio for over a year. The empty space where it had been opened up possibilities. She offered her ex her desk, ask it was too big for her space and more than what she really needed. She never used it unless she was working with Dusky. They'd be better off with a smaller space. Her ex was finally moving out of her mother's house and she wanted to be able to give him what she could so he could start over.
Looked like it was time to start redecorating.
