Leaky Girl

And just like that, I have something blog worthy!

I'm just a girl living in a leaky co-op ghetto. The rents cheap, the neighbours are weird and the building is rotting. California construction in a rainforest, what could go wrong? To make matters worse, the buildings were built in the middle of a recession, and the builder (BOSA) went bankrupt half way through the project. The government stepped in, and the project was completed... quickly.

Up until last week, I was one of the only people in the co-op complex who didn't have a water problem. During my christmas tree set up, I found mold! Oh no. The wall was actually wet and squishy. That is some serious water problem. I spent some quality time with a vinegar/water mix cleaning the walls and hunting for mold. My co-op has been "working on" getting the co-op fixed for a decade. I was less than optimistic that anything would come of informing the co-op of the mold. After all, everyone else is in the same boat.

Last night the co-op president called and asked if she could show my unit to the engineers responsible for fixing out co-op. Yes! Please come. I showed them my mold. They didn't seem surprised, they hardly even looked. Then they saw my balcony.

"Oh my God. You don't go on it do you?" asked the engineer.

Doesn't that instill confidence? I haven't set more than one foot on the balcony, I was told 6 years ago that it was condemned. (yes, six whole years ago). Hearing the engineers discuss the construction, was kind of scary. One of them said that whoever built it should be shot, it's that bad. Apparently, they aren't in business anymore, so that's a relief.

This visit gives me hope that construction may actually start one day. Once they are done, it sounds like it'll be a nice ghetto.