Coming to the end of that rope

Holy freaking pile of steam shovel snail snot on a long pier to nowhere.

I truly think the management company of this goodnessforsaken complex I live in is truly trying to make me fully appreciative of the choice I made in opting to move out of this place. For four months AT LEAST they've been chasing down a fricking leak in the bathrooms of the six units that share a wall -- I was the one who pointed out the leak in the first place, probably because I definitely had an issue with my toilet as well at the time. The leak didn't go away with the toilet repair. It didn't stop when they replaced my shower stems or the stems of the other five - but the water did stop seeping when they sealed the vinyl on my bathroom floor. Apparently one of the units below still had an issue over the last month or so, but when I complained yesterday about someone coming in my apartment AGAIN (and moving stuff around) without leaving a note as to why and they mentioned something about this ongoing problem...and I talked to the guy about it...they thought they solved the issue because it was due to one of the upstairs tenants taking a shower without the curtain inside the tub.

Uh-huh. Yeah - like he wouldn't figure out after once or twice that he was flooding his bathroom that way?

This has been going on for MONTHS, people.

Sigh.

I mentioned, once again, and very politely (they are a new management company, after all -- and they did drive off the one maintenance guy who sort of knew what was going on with this situation) that I thought it might still be in the wall since I heard a drip late at night when there was no other noise, but only when I was standing in the bathroom. No water has been seeping in my apt for the last month, so who knows. The apt manager said since I was moving out at the end of the month they wouldn't rip up my walls or inconvenience me any more - as they have to renovate in here anyway.

Blow me some more sunshine, jerkwad. Guess what I came home to tonight. Yup - 10:30 at night and my bathroom completely demolished. My clean towels (and my dirty clothes, and every other surface for that matter) covered in plaster and wood bits. My etagere disassembled and pieces of it in the bathroom and in the dining area and pretty much everywhere else -- goodness only knows if I'll ever get it all back together again. Everything that was on the etagere all over the place, and covered in plaster and wood. The shower curtain destroyed and laying in the tub, along with my last roll of toilet paper (which is soaked through, by the way) and no way of knowing if the toilet is even functioning. Oh, and a gigantic hole in the wall and ceiling, covered incompletely with garbage bags and duct tape.

Can you tell I am happy about this situation?

What the blue blazes do they expect me to do? I am trying to clean this place up to move, not demolish it (although they seem to be doing a great job of that). I am almost afraid to go check my closet. If they decided to break a hole in there and destroyed any of the dresses I have on that side in the process, I might just break down and cry. Heck, I might do that anyway.

Idiots.