It’s another smoky morning in Atlanta. I can’t believe those wildfires in south Georgia re still going on - and that the smoke makes it all the way up here, ~250 miles away.
This morning our apartment smelled like smoke, because of the window that doesn’t close all the way. And yeah, about that… I emailed the maintenance office about it Saturday, and yesterday the landlord wrote back and said (and I quote), there’s nothing they can do and it’s just “part of the historic value of the building.” :P
Great. Except, our living room area was already coated in dust from a crew working on the outside of the building (landlord says “the recent tumult of the dust intrusion is a rare occurrence”), and I worry about industrious mosquitoes finding their way in during summer, and cold air during winter.
I don’t like to be a chronic complainer, I really don’t. And I understand that with an old, industrial building, it’s pretty hard to find satisfactory solutions when problems like this arise. But it’s frustrating. However, it’s obviously time to take matters into our own hands; tonight, I’ll be breaking out the duct tape! (And the mop, to clean up the layer of dust on the floor.) The apartment should be somewhat clean in time for this weekend’s podcast party.
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