I love it when poo water leaks from the ceiling. Only it's not poo water, since it smells like root beer. Every time. I love even more the fact that new building management takes months to get things done. 4 months is what it took for them to turn off a light that was stuck on in my bathroom. That's 2 - 3 light bulbs oh-so-perfectly wasted. They fail with such efficiency at even the simplest of tasks (aka - emptying lobby garbage cans), and then have the nerve to scold the tenants for cluttering the "Share Table," remove said table, and announce plans to install cameras and a punishment system based on fines and violations for all future instances of tenant clutter. "Oblivion is a good game!" the manager says walking out, after reassuring me that a plumber will be by tomorrow to fix the problem. Mister Plumber turns out to be invisible. The building manager's assistant justifies the problems by saying "hey - cheap rent, dontcha know?" Rent is $610 a month for my studio. Not so cheap in my book. Anyone else have fun building management/apartment/dorm stories they'd like to share?