It is hard to believe that this all began because every so often my toilet would keep running after I flushed it.
Anyway, today was the big day. The plumber came (to fix the flush handle) AND Bad Super came (to install a new toilet seat, since he broke the other one the last time he was here "fixing" my toilet).
Bad Super showed up first, and he installed the new toilet seat in about ten minutes and was out of there, without much talk. I think we were both just happy to be done with each other.
The plumber showed up about a half hour later, was in there for less than five minutes, came out and said, "O.K., it's fixed." I asked what was wrong with it and he said, "It wasn't installed properly."
So it wasn't my fault! It was Bad Super who f---ed it up! Haha! Of course, I take responsibility for screwing up the original toilet flapper installation, a household task that I'm pretty sure could have been taken care of in one try by your average twelve-year-old, but it's not my job to fix stuff like this, it's his!
The plumber kept saying as he was leaving what a shame it was that they had to come out to do such a simple thing. I think Bad Super is going to get in some trouble for this. And he'll probably blame me.
Three months in my new apartment and already the super can't stand me, and I'm probably thought of by the management office as a big pain in the ass. Great start.
But at least now my toilet doesn't run.