Tuesday, maintenance apparently came out to look at our tub, because it was leaking through to the downstairs apartment (but told Jeff we could keep using it in the meantime). This morning, they came back for another look... while I was in the shower. Thankfully, they knocked before they keyed themselves in, but I think I embarassed the poor guy in front by answering the door in a sarong. So now I have two cats who are freaked the hell out by the extra men in the apartment, and I didn't get a chance to ask them if we can continue to use the tub (which they say they're going to need to replace completely) before they left. At least I wasn't in the middle of washing my hair when they got here.