Over my last few months absence, paying bills has apparently been a rather low priority item for my roommates. As a result, I returned to New York to find our apartment with no telephone service, no internet access, no cable, and no electricity. Well, actually, yes electricity, but only because I was able to catch the people from Con Edison on Friday morning just as they were turning it off.

Further, it seems part of the flushing mechanism in our toilet broke several weeks back, and instead of calling the landlord to have it fixed, they’ve simply been reaching in to the tank to manually lift that little rubber stopper at the bottom.

It’s been a few years since I’ve had roommates, and I’m beginning to remember why.