not best pleased with apartment

talking to my landlord winds me up. greatly. not a good start to the year, with multiple things failing in the apartment. we should really have taken the hint when we realised that none of the appliances and built-in furniture have been updated since the mid-70s.

a power outage on new year's eve has been annoying us ever since due to some odd electrical wiring in the apartment. suffice to say, for the lights to work in the bathroom, bedroom and kitchen, the oven must be turned on, even though it, the electric stove and the waste disposal thingy no longer perform their proscribed function. yes. this apartment is well f-ed up.

what bugs me the most is the landlord never once mentioned anything about dodgy electrics, nor that the ceiling heater is a fucking piece of crap and shouldn't be touched for the love of money, nor that the oven is the centre of the fucking universe and should be duly worshipped as the one true god and accorded the respect of being the sole electrical item in use at any time. so to tell us that in retrospect is pretty rich, and pisses me right off. we think she thinks we're buck stupid foreigners or maybe she just likes stating the obvious to show her thinking prowess is intact. but it winds me up no end.

i'm still very peeved. from now on, p will deal with all landlord correspondence because he's just so much more chilled than i am. and there's also what we call the "young man" effect, where we often observe that he gets all the attention and respect when we speak to people about vaguely technical or slightly complicated issues. (it's either sexism or racism, we haven't worked that one out yet because of the slight complicating factor that's me; cos i'm definitely the more technology-inclined of us both.) we'll test that one out on the electrician too.