Yesterday I was sitting in my office talking on the phone with my boss, when I saw a crash in the living room followed by a rising cloud of dust. Trying to restrain my "SHIT!!!!!!!" I told her I thought my ceiling had just fallen through and politely excused myself from the call. When I went into the living room, this is what I saw:
Now, our building has been under construction for several months, as a new owner bought the building and is renovating to create $3,300 studios in what is quite literally a tenement building (silk purse/sow's ear). As I mentioned before, we're starting to think about thinking about finding a place for October or November, so we've been putting up with the constant banging, circular sawing in the wee hours of the morning, and intermittent Spanish yelling, knowing that we would soon enough be leaving. But this? Thankfully neither I nor Smarmy was lazing on the couch at the time.
The property manager did make the construction guys clean up the pieces and shake out the rug, but everything is still covered in a fine layer of allergen-rich plaster dust. I called in a claim into Liberty Mutual on our renter's insurance, so depending on the deductible we may be able to get it cleaned up.
By the way: 311 is a joke.
