I am pleased to inform you that my family is able to shower once again!
Yes, you heard me correctly, our shower has been repaired. As of last night, we are no longer the family that smells! (We also have the cleanest house ever)!
The Alex called our Evil Anal Retentive Landlord yesterday morning and left a message in regards to our little shower problem that my father was unfortunately unable to fix. The Evil Anal Retentive Landlord returned his call about an hour later and as predicted came over to assess the situation. Upon discovering that we were not the cause of the broken shower, the Evil Anal Retentive Landlord put in a call to the plumber and left us with the words…”We’ll give you a call when we are on our way back with the plumber.” (Mind you–this was directed at the Alex because I was hiding out in our bedroom napping after having been up all night long cleaning the house and finishing the laundry and let’s face it I was exhausted and unbelievably tired and needed sleep!) A few hours later we received that phone call we had been waiting for and I once again took shelter in our bedroom because I was not about to get us evicted by saying something to the Evil Anal Retentive Landlord that would seriously offend her in some way shape or form waited for their arrival.
While hiding out in our bedroom I was able to eavesdrop on the conversation between the Evil Anal Retentive Landlord and discovered that we are not the only people that she irritates, annoys and drives absolutely effing crazy! She was speaking to Scott the plumber (not to be confused with Joe the plumber) and his only response was okay, okay, okay, okay…..that’s when I began referring to Scott as Scott the okay,okay plumber while I was texting the Alex who was supervising our Evil Anal Retentive Landlord as she was supervising Scott the okay, okay plumber all while I was hiding out in our bedroom pretending to be napping.
A few minutes later I heard the E.A.R.L. talking to Scott about what our minor little shower problem was and it turns out that the faucet needed to be replaced. So, he kindly put a new one in for us and suggested to the E.A.R.L. that he caulk around the shower fixtures to prevent any leaks and prevent this problem again. She agreed however, she wouldn’t let Scott the plumber caulk it. Noooo….she had to do it, herself, with her own caulk because her’s is superior to that of a plumbers. This is when Scott the plumber was lucky enough to make a quick exit! If only the Alex when have been so lucky. She went on to bitch at my kind, loving, wonderful, yes I am really sucking up here handsome, best Alex in the whole wide world, that the caulk at the edge of the tub and the floor was cracking and we should have notified her the minute it happened because if water gets in there and the floor rolls it will be our fault and we’ll have to replace the flooring. She then re-caulked that area **Note To Self: Call E.A.R.L as the caulk has started to crack again and be sure to tell her it started to happen within hours of re-caulking using her caulk which is superior to the plumbers caulk.**
When she was done re-caulking the tub and all of its fixtures, she noticed that there were a few chips in the tub and began to yell at my Alex once again. She insisted over and over that we had made these chips in the tub. She went as far to blame the adorable 15 month old Alexander for making the chips by banging his bathtub toys against the side of the tub therefore causing said chips. Then she said that I must have had something hanging in the shower that fell and chipped the tub. The Alex started to argue with her that the chips were there before we moved in, which is correct….they have been there since day 1…she however insists that we did it and went on to fill those in with her special little scratch fillers she uses.
I was never so happy as I was when I finally heard the E.A.R.L leave.
**She did return 3 more times for various other things outside of the house, but I will leave those stories for another time. This whole broken shower experience has inspired me to start a series of Open Letters to the E.A.R.L. I will also be sure to share the other various stories we have in regards to her and am also going to talk to a friend of mine who also rents a home from the E.A.R.L. and see if she would be interested or would allow me to share some of her stories as well.