This week...

So far has not been the greatest week ever. Last night I went down to do laundry. After I dropped my clothes in the laundry room and started the first load the elevator stopped working. (My coworker who knows how much I pay in rent likes to tease me about that any chance she gets.). Someone got it going again or else I would've been miserable. I could only get one washer all night so laundry took me 3 times as long to do as it usually would. Also, I totally spilled spaghetti sauce on a shirt I liked and even though I got it into the washing machine right away, it is still stained all to crap. AND as I was walking past a curio cabinet I hung on the wall it randomly hurled itself off the wall. I didn't even brush it or anything. One side just fell throwing everything piled on top off and so then I grabbed it to make sure it didn't totally fall and break and took it down. Now I have to get new hooks to rehang it because apparently after 6 years the present hooks have failed me. (And I lost them when they fell out of the wall leaving big holes in their wake.) It dawned on me last night that I might care more about what damage I may have caused to my apartment (holes in the wall, scraped wood floors under my sofa before I discovered I should put little coaster things under them, the tiles that fell out of the bathroom wall that I haven't gotten fixed yet) if it seemed like the managers cared about our building. We have graffitti in the elevator (the elevator that frequently breaks down) and at least 3 burned out bulbs that have been out for 6 months. And just to clarify, these aren't like little lamp bulbs, these are 3 full flourescent lights. They don't vacuum regularly anymore. I'm kind of like obviously they don't care why should I? (I know why I should... deposits, but whatever. The company is notorious for not paying those back anyway. I've googled them before and it is an ongoing complaint about them.)