Now that my husband and I are no longer together. I have found a place to live. I am living in the same building that I have lived in for 6 years. This time in a studio. Well have I got a story for you.
Let me start off by saying my divorce isn't finalized yet. Well a few weeks ago I was sound asleep. I get a call from a number I'm not familiar with. Now let me point out I'm half asleep and really have no idea what's going on. It was our assistant maintenance guy. He was calling me from his cell phone. Umm...no not ok. I've lived in that building for 6 years and no one has ever done that before.
He comes in and looks at all of the maintenance requests I have. He fixes nothing. He actually starts hitting on me. This on its own wouldn't be so bad, but he's telling me he's lonely. He also told me to believe in God (I don't, and don't ask me to believe).
I threw him out and told the Assistant Property Manager that I didn't care for what he did.