So, on the ghetto-glass front, Derek and I discussed, looked up some regulations and decided that the management is, indeed, in the wrong here. So, I am planning on making a trip to the management office. Cuz, you're all right. It's scary. NOT fabulous.
And! My superpowers cleary are not JUST super-seeing. I also, apparently am pyschic.
"Why and wherefore?" you ask.
And I say, "Because I received on my door today a notice shouting 'INSPECTIONS TOMORROW!'"
Now, we have lived here six months. And aint nobody ever come to "inspect" a danged thing.
So, I must have been endowed with psychic-ness because I knew it and went on my cleaning spree two days ago BEFORE I hurt my knee and can now not walk all that well.
See? I knew they were coming. Of course, we have some weird requirements, like we can't store anything in our storage room... so, uh, in the morning Derek gets to clean it out.
But, still. I'm psychic.
By the way, inspections and such are one of the REALLLLLYYYYY big bummers about renting an apartment. I feel quite violated when someone wanders into my home that is NOT mine and judges me. HATE IT!