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Diary of a Maintenance Man
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Sunday, November 4th:

I got a call earlier about a resident who was having trouble getting his deadbolt to close properly. It didn't take long to fix, but I had to miss a quarter of the Cowboys game. If nothing had happened in that missed quarter, I wouldn't have minded all that much. But I missed 2 long touchdown throws to Michael Irvin. The game was more or less in the bag when I got back, so I took the remaining quarter and a half to finish off all the Coors Light in the fridge. That reminds me, I need to go to the grocery store tonight. Better post a reminder on the entry way "To Do" bulletin board.

Monday, November 5th:

Things were surprisingly slow today. I mostly got to sit around in my apartment and drink all the Coors Light that I purchased last night. Mrs. Schmidt called a few minutes ago about her toilet and how it always sounds like it's running. I'll get around to it tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 6th:

Apparently, people are over-compensating for the slow day that I had yesterday. The phone seems to be ringing off the hook all day long. Not only that, but I had a couple of "Work Request" forms waiting for me when I got into the office earlier this morning. Rose had them all stacked up in the order of "Most Importance." Mrs. Schmidt's request was on the bottom. Now to find me a can of Coors Light, and I'll be on my way.

Wednesday, November 7th:

In all the hustle and bustle that yesterday brought, I forgot to make it out to Mrs. Schmidt's about her running toilet. She had another work request waiting for me when I got into work today. As much as I tell her to just jingle the handle, she seems to think that the problem is something more elusive. At this point, I'd rather just rip the fucking thing out of the wall and bring in a new one. Rose wouldn't care too much for that though, so I'm going to have to make it out there sometime today. I absolutely cannot forget to do this. But first I have to go and fix the garbage disposal at the apartments we own near the campus. I'm out of Coors Light, so I'm going sans today. I'm sure I'll survive.

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While I was at those college kid's apartment, I noticed that they had a bag of weed sitting out on their couch. Needless to say, it's 7:08 p.m. and I'm just now waking up. Mrs. Schmidt is going to kill me. Damnit, where are my Doritos?

Thursday, November 8th:

Rose called me at 8:00 a.m. this morning and told me that we had an emergeny on our hands. After throwing on my cleanest pair of underwear and my work uniform, I had barely made my way out the door when I was greeted by the sight of flashing emergency lights in the parking lot. EMS workers were walking out of Mrs. Schmmidt's apartment, shaking their heads and mumbling under their breath. I gotta go check this out.

........

Well, it turns out Mrs. Schmidt took it upon herself to work on the running toilet, and in doing so, busted a water pipe. They say she's going to be in the hospital for the next few weeks or so. Broken hips at her age tend to be pretty serious.

Guess I should take off and clean up her flooded apartment. Gotta find my galoshes first...

Friday, November 9th:

Mrs. Schmidt's apartment took me a few hours to clean up yesterday. Turns out the handle works fine and that the problem with her toilet was more serious than I had originally thought. Nevertheless, it's working now. Maybe I should send her some flowers and a card.

I'm looking forward to the upcoming weekend. I just have this feeling that things are going to be slow around here. Maybe I'll get a cooler, and head up to the lake tomorrow. If I'm lucky, my brother-in-law Hank can bring his boat, and we can get some fishing done.

Saturday, November 10th:

The fishing trip is a no-go. It's raining way too hard outside. It's a good thing that TBS is running a Bruce Lee marathon today, or else I wouldn't have much to do. I do have more Coors Light than I know what to do with though, so maybe I should get a'cracken on drinking it. Better not get any calls today.


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