>> Thursday, January 2, 2014
"Thank you for calling_____ Apartments."
"Hi, it's ___ in Apartment ____, can(maintenance) come take a look at my garbage disposal. It is making a weird noise when I turn it on. It also has a smoke smell."
Grabbing pen and maintenance log, "alright, I am writing this down. Is it possible for me to come take a look at it now. Just to see if it is something I can fix?"
"I doubt you could fix, but whatever."
Roughly thirty minutes later...
(had to make a bathroom stop, check both laundry rooms and was stopped by a tenant to discuss the poor parking situation and loud upstairs neighbors)
Knock on door.
Tenant(woman, early thirties/late twenties/mid-forties...I suck at age assumption) opens the door looking mildly interested. "Hi, the disposal is over there," she points towards the sink in the kitchen, as if I was about to walk into her bedroom in search of the garbage disposal.
"Thanks." I walk across the living room into the kitchen, with my L-wrench looking thing(I also suck at tool names) in my hand. I flip the switch for the garbage disposal, and the tenant was right, it sounded like a metal screw was banging around int there, but it also smelled like plastic was burning.
I dropped to my knee and opened the cabinet below the sink and unplugged the disposal. I then pulled a latex glove out of my back pocket and wiggled my hand into it. I learned my lesson, and also, THIS happened VERY close to my complex, so, you can never be too careful.