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So in the building where I live there are two supers, let's call them Paul and Jim. Now, Paul is the guy that I talked to when I moved in, the guy who I signed my lease with, and the guy who appears to work days. Jim seems to be the super on call in the evenings. I have no idea about weekends. I am petrified of Jim.
Jim is not cruel or physically intimidating, but he is kind of a jerk. I have checked with other tenants, and he is apparently usually in a bad mood. Last year when I first moved in I had a couple of instances where I got locked out of the building, or my apartment. This culminated when I came home from dinner one night around 9pm, and could not find my keys. (It turns out that my purse had a tear in the lining and they were in the lining. It took my days to figure this out.) Anyway, he gave me a huge lecture on how the Oncall phone is only for Emergencies. (This confused me as I thought being locked out was an emergency) This lecture was so damning that months later, when I dropped my keys and my door closed behind me, locking me out, I chose to sit in the hallways crying rather than call my super, as I did not want another of these lectures. One of my neighbours took pity on me, and called him for me. When he asked why I was crying, I told him it was because of the lecture he gave me last time. He then assured me that he had no problem with me calling during the day time, but calling after nine is the problem.
I'm already a pretty social anxious, non-confrontational person, so my reaction to all this is to pretty much just avoid the man. I'm pretty much a ghost. So last night the main light in my apartment stopped working. I live in a bachelor, so other than the kitchen, bathroom, etc there is only one light source for the majority of my apartment. Last night around 8:30, when I went to turn that light on, it did not work. Whether is broke or the light bulbs just went out, I am unsure. But the fixture is really complex, so even if it was all three bulbs going out at once, I would need one of my supers to fix it. However, I was petrified that I would get lectured at if I tried calling the "emergency" line about my light not working, especially after 8. So I decided to just deal for the night, e-mail my supers, and then head to the office if I didn't hear from them by noon. Then I realized this morning that today is Sunday so no one will be in the office, meaning the e-mail won't be checked and there will be no one for me to talk to. Now the obvious answer would be just to call the emergency line to ask for someone to come fix my lights, but I'm utterly petrified of doing so.
I honestly don't know what to do. I can't call them because I literally freeze up at the idea, but I can't go without lights for another full day. It is not as bright today was it was yesterday. I think my super gave me that lecture last year so that I wouldn't bother him, and now it's succeeded far too well.
UPDATE- Paul came by and it turns out that all of my bulbs just blew at once. He replaced two, and will get the rest next week.
Jim is not cruel or physically intimidating, but he is kind of a jerk. I have checked with other tenants, and he is apparently usually in a bad mood. Last year when I first moved in I had a couple of instances where I got locked out of the building, or my apartment. This culminated when I came home from dinner one night around 9pm, and could not find my keys. (It turns out that my purse had a tear in the lining and they were in the lining. It took my days to figure this out.) Anyway, he gave me a huge lecture on how the Oncall phone is only for Emergencies. (This confused me as I thought being locked out was an emergency) This lecture was so damning that months later, when I dropped my keys and my door closed behind me, locking me out, I chose to sit in the hallways crying rather than call my super, as I did not want another of these lectures. One of my neighbours took pity on me, and called him for me. When he asked why I was crying, I told him it was because of the lecture he gave me last time. He then assured me that he had no problem with me calling during the day time, but calling after nine is the problem.
I'm already a pretty social anxious, non-confrontational person, so my reaction to all this is to pretty much just avoid the man. I'm pretty much a ghost. So last night the main light in my apartment stopped working. I live in a bachelor, so other than the kitchen, bathroom, etc there is only one light source for the majority of my apartment. Last night around 8:30, when I went to turn that light on, it did not work. Whether is broke or the light bulbs just went out, I am unsure. But the fixture is really complex, so even if it was all three bulbs going out at once, I would need one of my supers to fix it. However, I was petrified that I would get lectured at if I tried calling the "emergency" line about my light not working, especially after 8. So I decided to just deal for the night, e-mail my supers, and then head to the office if I didn't hear from them by noon. Then I realized this morning that today is Sunday so no one will be in the office, meaning the e-mail won't be checked and there will be no one for me to talk to. Now the obvious answer would be just to call the emergency line to ask for someone to come fix my lights, but I'm utterly petrified of doing so.
I honestly don't know what to do. I can't call them because I literally freeze up at the idea, but I can't go without lights for another full day. It is not as bright today was it was yesterday. I think my super gave me that lecture last year so that I wouldn't bother him, and now it's succeeded far too well.
UPDATE- Paul came by and it turns out that all of my bulbs just blew at once. He replaced two, and will get the rest next week.
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