Mostly I like my apartment just fine. It's big enough to fit me and more furniture than I knew I had, it's close to work, it's quiet, it's on the ground floor. The bathroom has its little quirks but overall I'm happy.
When I moved in I noticed that there was about a quarter-inch gap between the top of the carpet and the bottom of the baseboard in the bedroom. I didn't think much about this until fairly recently, when I started noticing a draft across my legs in the evenings. My first thought was the window, so I tacked a blanket up over it. This totally failed to solve the problem. A bit of thought led me to the conclusion that, hey, it's coming through that giant gap in the wall.
I called maintenance about that and an unrelated bathroom issue. According to the note on the door from Friday, the painters will be by as soon as possible to look at the gap. I am unsure what the painters are supposed to do about it, but perhaps they'll tell someone who can actually fix the problem.
In the meantime, of course, I have to move everything away from the two exterior walls in the bedroom. I'm still not sure where I'm going to put my bed.
But I had a very nice weekend with sushi and games and a pilgrimage to Richard McKay in Manassas, and I got Pop's clock (now fully functional, and chiming properly, alas) on Wednesday night. So the weekend's not a total wash.
Still. It's bloody cold in here.
When I moved in I noticed that there was about a quarter-inch gap between the top of the carpet and the bottom of the baseboard in the bedroom. I didn't think much about this until fairly recently, when I started noticing a draft across my legs in the evenings. My first thought was the window, so I tacked a blanket up over it. This totally failed to solve the problem. A bit of thought led me to the conclusion that, hey, it's coming through that giant gap in the wall.
I called maintenance about that and an unrelated bathroom issue. According to the note on the door from Friday, the painters will be by as soon as possible to look at the gap. I am unsure what the painters are supposed to do about it, but perhaps they'll tell someone who can actually fix the problem.
In the meantime, of course, I have to move everything away from the two exterior walls in the bedroom. I'm still not sure where I'm going to put my bed.
But I had a very nice weekend with sushi and games and a pilgrimage to Richard McKay in Manassas, and I got Pop's clock (now fully functional, and chiming properly, alas) on Wednesday night. So the weekend's not a total wash.
Still. It's bloody cold in here.