No this is NOT a post about smelly sh*t. This is a post about my life for the past two day.
Wed. I woke up to learn I had no electricity in my bedroom. I went to my living room and found electricity working in there. Strange. I called the building Super to see if we had lost electricity at some point in our building or if it was just me. However he did not answer. I called my building's management and told them I didn't have electricity in my bedroom and asked them whose responsibility it was to fix the situation, them or my landlord. They said them. DONE. They called the Super and got the process moving.
For the last two days I've had electricians and other various workers in my apt to break the wall in the bathroom, closet and ceiling to move wires.
Apparently the water from outside has been seeping in and has corroded the wires so much so that it made everything stop working. Whomever designed the electric in this particular apt. linked the bedroom lighting to the hallway and bathroom in my apt. LUCKY ME!
I had to call out from work and lost pay to be here to make sure all the work was finished. Here are the exciting photos.