One of the things on our move-in apartment condition report was the state of the master bathroom mirror.
As you can see in the photos above, the backing is coming off providing a freckled look to people viewed in the mirror. As I already have enough age spots, I was pleased when they said they would replace it. Doing so has turned into a comedy of errors.
Paul measured the mirror and discovered they couldn’t get one in that size. So, he brought up a list of sizes they could get, measured the wall, and decided to buy a mirror that is taller than the old one which would mean moving the light fixture up a bit.
They ordered that mirror. It arrived. They put it in a store room until Paul would have time to install it. It got broken while still in the store room.
So they ordered a second mirror. It arrived. They put it in the painter’s room until Paul would have time to install it. The painter came early and drove his cart into the mirror.
They ordered a third mirror. Paul said this one is supposed to be made of safety glass. It arrived. They brought it up and put it in my bedroom where it would be safe until Paul had time to come install it.
Today Paul moved the light fixture and installed the mirror. It looked great.
For a short while, it looked great. But, when no one was even in the room it self destructed.
I’ve left a message on Paul’s voice mail.
But the light still works.
TTYL,
Linda
ps. I haven’t weighed in yet this week but in spite of two Christmas parties, pizza, and Cheetos I took my belt in another notch this week so I think I’ll be fine at weigh in time tomorrow.