Last night, I was sitting in my nicely lit kitchen doing homework.  All thanks to Mr. Big.  I was doing some homework and chatting with PIC on the phone.  POP!!!!  I start looking around.  What was that?  Then I look up.  Cracked glass from one end of my light fixture to the other.   

I started thinking, do I REALLY want to deal with this tonight.  But then I start worrying about DJ in the morning.  What happens if it shatters?  I decided not to take the risk, of course.  I gave management a call to send someone out to take the glass down for me.  Remember, the short thing?  I was really hopin they'd send out Cute Guy to take the glass down for me.  Evidently he wasn't the one on call last night.

Instead his friend showed up.  I really did feel bad that I made him come over here at 10:00 at night.  I felt even worse when he mentioned he just moved into one of the townhouses (from an apartment) with his wife and kids.  We started debating with each other about when the light was going to get fixed, either last night or today.  I wanted him to get back to his family and do it during normal work hours.

I lost.  Then again, I won.  He didn't have the light fixture I had.  They had to wait until today to put it together.