Fuming on the way to the bus stop...
I made a suggestion to the leasing manager, and she started screaming at me and called over the building maintenance man.
Apparently, the building is getting ready to phase in new refrigerators for all the apartments because there has been trouble with the current super-basic ones that everyone has and is breaking down. So, I went to the office and requested a specific model. The leasing manager looked at me like I was crazy, and I suddenly felt like I had wondered into the school office asking for a late pass.
She said they would be buying in bulk and are taking "special requests." Before I could tell her my ideas, she called the maintenance man over (who I have had a run in with before) and condescendingly said, "You'll never believe what he wants." The guy shuffled over and started shaking his head before he heard anything. He told me what she said that basically I can't select a particular refrigerator and then added in his gruff voice with tobacco-stained teeth, "a refrigerator is a refrigerator." And, then they both laughed as though they were in on a private joke and that what I asked was completely outrageous.
I just walked away fuming on the way to the bus stop.
Apparently, the building is getting ready to phase in new refrigerators for all the apartments because there has been trouble with the current super-basic ones that everyone has and is breaking down. So, I went to the office and requested a specific model. The leasing manager looked at me like I was crazy, and I suddenly felt like I had wondered into the school office asking for a late pass.
She said they would be buying in bulk and are taking "special requests." Before I could tell her my ideas, she called the maintenance man over (who I have had a run in with before) and condescendingly said, "You'll never believe what he wants." The guy shuffled over and started shaking his head before he heard anything. He told me what she said that basically I can't select a particular refrigerator and then added in his gruff voice with tobacco-stained teeth, "a refrigerator is a refrigerator." And, then they both laughed as though they were in on a private joke and that what I asked was completely outrageous.
I just walked away fuming on the way to the bus stop.
