So I am pissed off.

While I have been doing so much work to sort out the inside of our apartment, our Property management company has done very little to ensure the outside of the apartment is safe, clean and in a good state.

Good state is relative as well. We live in what is quite an expensive neighbourhood, occupied by a lot of snobs, however it is also very close to Dominic’s work and conveniantly has three green spaces where I can take Oliver off-leash, a high-street for all our shopping needs and a cherry on top.

So for my money, I expect that the building is maintained in a rather good state.

At least as good as the rest of the buildings around us.

That is not what is happening though.

I will cut the boring story of the last month involving a kitchen drain, a pipeline, a couple of plumbers and black goo to this:

I have birds living in my kitchen wall.

No, not robins.. or sparrows.. or anything small and cutesy.

Fucking full sized, well-fed, turkey-sized PIGEONS.

Now you might think this implies there is a hole on the wall for said pigeons to be able to get in it, decorate the damn hole, have their friends over to oooh and aaaah over the architecture, and essentially have sex and an aerobics and raise a family of six.

To which I have to admit: Yes.. yes there is a hole.. No, it was not done by me.. no…

I am not impressed.

I am not impressed by our building “manager” (they give that title to bloody anybody.. seriously.. and then you say you are a manager and people think you sit all day having coffee and going on vacation to Rhino when your boss doesn’t know about it.. Simon) who keeps saying he will either fix things, or he will inform his manager to get a decision on the matter.

So for the last two days Dominic and I have been calling citiapartments (the said management and realty company) to many promises that someone will do something and someone will get off their fat ass and fix things.

But there is only one thing to remember when approaching situations like this:

If the lower down employee (in this case our building “manager”) is allowed to work and behave in the manner they are, it is highly likely that their manager (in this case the district manager) is working in the same manner and further on and up the chain until you reach exec which is normally detached from the whole reality of what is going on on the work-floor and growls down the phone that “When I tell them to call, they will call”.

No.. sorry. You are wrong. Your employees don’t give a toss what you think or want Mr.I-Make-Them-Do-Shit-with-my-NY-accent.

Behold.. it is nearly 2 pm and no one has called. Funny that, right? it is over 8 working hours since we spoke with The Boss (no, not Bruce Springsteen). And the weekend is coming.. and guess what? They won’t be able to do anything about it.. not even since they have been informed mid week and last week and a month prior.

Assholes.

California Band-Tails anyone?

Music of the moment:

Our house, by Crosby, Stills, Nash