We opened our apartment door today, to find that Mr.Crappy, our landlord, had struck again. Seems that he's fixated on "fixing" the light switch in the front entryway. But more on this later. First, a little background:

When I first moved in with C., I noticed that there was this burned-out light in the entryway and suggested that we put a new lightbulb in it, for safety's sake, and because it's nice to have a little light when you come into the building. Right.

Then one day, Mr.Crappy decided to do some "remodeling." He "remodeled" the hell out of a bunch of stuff--in fact, he "remodeled" some stuff right out of working order. He tore out the windows in the upstairs sun porch (so that now whenever it rains the water pours into our porch from upstairs); He cut down the perfectly good apple tree in the backyard; And among other things, he replaced the typical domestic lightswitch in the entryway with a one-hour timer (and he did it quite poorly, I might add). Which made absolutely no sense at all, since he pays for none of the external building electricity--We do.

The one thing he NEEDED to fix but didn't is our bathroom ceiling, which has a giant, plywood-covered hole in it. Such a great guy Mr.Crappy is.

So today we opened our apartment door to find evidence of a visit from Mr.Crappy. This is what we found: A flat metal plate where the one-hour timer used to be. And the entryway light is now set permanently in the "on" setting. Why this single-minded fixation with the entryway light, Mr.Crappy?? Especially when we've STILL got that big hole in our bathroom ceiling!? His constant disregard for his tenants is maddening.

Oh, how I hate renting. I can't wait to get our own place.

I would have moved out of this apartment already if it were all my choice, but C. is determined to stay here until we buy a house, because he hates moving. So I have to ignore the very noisy upstairs neighbors and Mr.Crappy for awhile longer.

Bitch, bitch, bitch. Sorry everybody, I'm in a bad mood.