(Please ignore the coffee stain on the wall. I've tried to scrub it off and it won't come off; evidently the only solution is a fresh coat of paint, which the landlord can do after I move out. Heh.)
On Saturday afternoon, when none of my kitchen appliances were working, at first I thought I'd blown a fuse. When that turned out not to be the case, I called the building super, who told me she'd send over an electrician.
Unfortunately, the "electrician" turned out to be scary-grumpy-toilet-fixer-person. It took him and his son two hours to replace one GFI unit. And I spent the entire time worried that someone was going to electrocute himself in my kitchen. Thankfully, everyone made it out alive.
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