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maeve66I came home from a fifth day of excruciating, brutal heat, to find that the elevator was not working.
What the FUCK. After calling the HOA, which was unpleasant all the way around, since they close at 4:30 and it was 5:03, and I had to hit "0" to be connected to the emergency after hours company... and that guy acted like my situation was unimportant and finally told me he'd call the manager (what manager? where? contact info? All I know now is that her name is Melody, and she was already primed to be a stone bitch) consulting with RQ (and Ruby) I put my 'scoot back in the Fit and drove to the front and parked on Saratoga, luckily in front of the upper gate.
Getting the travelscoot out and over the curb, and settled so it wouldn't career downhill was extremely tricky. Getting myself over the curb, and then onto the 'scoot without tangling my legs and falling either in the cambered street or on the uneven pavement -- sloping precipitously downhill -- was extremely scary. I nearly fell, twice. Getting the gate open and holding it open while I maneuvered the 'scoot over the lip of the uneven sloping pavement to the bridge was also extremely difficult. The bridge was okay.
But I have to reverse all of this tomorrow, most likely. Melody says it will not happen in the next hour, or perhaps even before tomorrow, and further says that “well, ma’am, elevators break, and we have no control over that. If they need to order parts we have no control over how long repairs take, either.”
What the FUCK. After calling the HOA, which was unpleasant all the way around, since they close at 4:30 and it was 5:03, and I had to hit "0" to be connected to the emergency after hours company... and that guy acted like my situation was unimportant and finally told me he'd call the manager (what manager? where? contact info? All I know now is that her name is Melody, and she was already primed to be a stone bitch) consulting with RQ (and Ruby) I put my 'scoot back in the Fit and drove to the front and parked on Saratoga, luckily in front of the upper gate.
Getting the travelscoot out and over the curb, and settled so it wouldn't career downhill was extremely tricky. Getting myself over the curb, and then onto the 'scoot without tangling my legs and falling either in the cambered street or on the uneven pavement -- sloping precipitously downhill -- was extremely scary. I nearly fell, twice. Getting the gate open and holding it open while I maneuvered the 'scoot over the lip of the uneven sloping pavement to the bridge was also extremely difficult. The bridge was okay.
But I have to reverse all of this tomorrow, most likely. Melody says it will not happen in the next hour, or perhaps even before tomorrow, and further says that “well, ma’am, elevators break, and we have no control over that. If they need to order parts we have no control over how long repairs take, either.”