Hotter still hasn't made it to the dentist; early Monday morning he informed me that he had a) not checked to make sure he had the prophylactic antibiotics in his pill box and b) been up with GI issues all night. So I went in his place, because there was some work-related stress* last week and I took a nap without my mouthguard and woke up missing a hunk of a molar. The good news there is that it was only sixty bucks to fix (with Eclecstasy's excellent insurance and with the savings factor of not using any anesthetic--since it doesn't work on me I finally drew a line in the sand and told MFA Dentist that I wasn't willing to pay for it anymore even if it did make him feel better to at least try it, and he said that was reasonable but he still wanted to try, but then I pointed out that the injections left sore spots in my mouth AND didn't do anything for me and he said he hadn't considered that and agreed to just skip them even if he does find that a bit unnerving), and now HE is going tomorrow, along with the two younger children.
The BIG news, though, is that MFA Landlord has hired a Property Manager! This is fabulous, because now we can deal directly with the Property Manager instead of with the slumlord, and the Property Manager is a) a reasonable and even nice guy and b) fluent in English, which makes it a lot easier to communicate. I think they hired the guy thinking that it would be good to have his legal team at their disposal should we deduct any part of the rent or withhold it, but now that won't be necessary in the first place because the Property Manager has an online maintenance request form that allows us to report issues immediately, and he treats water leaks and situations where the only toilet in a dwelling is inoperable as URGENT. Yaaaaay!
This is excellent timing, because on Saturday a pipe burst inside the wall between the bathroom and the laundry room. The Property Manager came today with a contractor to look at that, and was suitably horrified by the fact that we have had to lay plywood down in the kitchen due to the rotten floor to keep from falling through it (this is all related to the plumbing leak that started in 2008 and was only just recently remedied once and for all in August). He apologized and said it would probably take up to a week to get the floor fixed because the slumlord had given him a repair budget and addressing the urgent safety issues that violated various codes and laws would exceed that budget, and we were like "just a week? THAT IS FABULOUS, WE LOVE YOU!" The only other issue I was concerned with is that I checked, and the new property manager's firm has a no-pitbulls policy. He told us that that is nothing to do with the dogs themselves but rather with insurance, and "since she was here first she's grandfathered in--that just looks like a well-fed Jack Russell to me!"
So we'll see if he pans out, but so far, so good with the new property manager.
* About that: work intrigue is intriguing. I can't really say much more than that except that I had an opportunity to sit down with someone MUCH higher up the food-chain within Eclecstasy than I generally like to have any dealings with and talk about some stuff, and I think things there will only get better from here. And given that I like my job even on a bad day, the future looks bright indeed.