But seriously, I live a glamorous life.
Things didn’t get off on the right foot – the roof contractor couldn’t figure out how to work my building’s lockbox so he left the building’s master key in the back door.
You know, the one that opens every apartment. That key. In the door. Ah!
It was a potential disaster, but a tenant turned in the key to me before anything happened. I fixed the lockbox, returned the key, and moved on.
Then this afternoon I get a tweet from a tenant: “Any word what that white stuff is in the hallway?”
I come home to find this mess:
I think that’s insulation from the attic. I’m not sure. I just know that the entire back staircase is blanketed in this crap and I’m not touching it until I buy gloves tomorrow morning.
Sigh contractor. Sigh. I should blast the contractor on Angie’s List, or at least convince my landlord to can him.