It has been a while since anything serious has come up which required me to call my landlord, who I affectionately refer to as The Slumlord
. My fridge which is older than I am and leaks more fluids is dying. My first reaction was to panic since the last time I had to deal with The Slumlord
was like pulling teeth. Actually, every time I have had to talk to him it usually involved him filibustering me to death. For example:
Me: I have had this leak in my bathroom ceiling for a while, it would be nice if you could fix it.
Slumlord: Leak? What's so bad about a leak? There are children starving in Africa and you're complaining about a leak. You know my mother once told me about these circus animals....
The first few times I got frustrated and hung up. He actually outpaced my endurance. The last time I learned how to circumvent him. It helps that I took him to court once and that he is afraid of the legal system. Luckily this time I did not have to threaten legal action. He was actually extremely helpful and cooperative. I am suspicious. He replaced my old fridge with a brand new one
. I met the new super and he seems to be less drunk and smell better. He does speak much less English however. I guess this is a give and take. When the new super took my old fridge out I found dozens of dead roaches and egg casings in the space. It seems my roach eradication project worked. The pounds of boric acid powder I dumped behind there was effective. I never understood why the roaches in my kitchen just inexplicably stopped a month after I first put boric acid powder behind there. Now I understood the power of this effective tool. This did not stop me from squirting a liberal dollop of roach gel into the hole in the wall they crawled out of as well as around the space before the new fridge was put in.
My neighbors have told me horror stories about how he replaced broken, old appliances with secondhand ones which were even worse than the old broken ones. For once dealing with him has ended well.
Old and busted
The new h07n3$$
I also went to the mermaid parade in Coney Island. I thought since it was right near me it was worth a look. For the uninitiated -- those who have nothing to do with Brooklyn, this is a parade near the boardwalk in Coney Island where people dress in weird mermaid costumes. It generally draws a crowd.
|Hopefully Captain Morgan isn't busted for DWI on that Segway|
Of course my week away from the hospital has featured: running, shopping, socializing and god help us, cleaning. The new pair of running shorts I got is extremely thin and light. It is like wearing nothing at all. Also I managed to throw out reams of old paper. This is what happens when my life gets that busy. I get no time to clean and take care of what most 9-5ers take for granted. My stab at being an extrovert has also gone well. I have already learned a lot about their mindset and how to be most appealing to that mindset. I also realize most people in 9-5 jobs really have no idea how it feels to work as hard as med students or doctors work. They also would not be able to function as introverts. My goal however is not to lash out at anyone, but it is to make people's days better any way I can. Next on tap for me is my radiology rotation and then showcasing rotations for the next few months. I am sure I will have war stories, maybe if I am in the right mood I will tell them.