Huh. In the mail today, I received a confirmation of my change of address. The Postal Service was helpfully letting me know that more than a third of a year after I changed my address that I am officially getting my mail in Denver. Odd.
Just as odd, and much more troubling was the work order form I found on my kitchen counter when I came home the other day. It was from the building's maintenance crew saying that they had come to fix my sink, but the sink was clear. Uh. So. Uhm. If they didn't do it before, then what was that corrosive brown junk eating holes in my drain? I'm just, uh, really hoping that the folks who had fixed it before had just forgot to tell their coworkers, because otherwise that'd mean that the toxic waste pitting metal in my kitchen washed back up the drain into my sink. I'd rather not think about that.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I still hate Flex, but I did finally get my video associated with the control bar today. I found out what the problem was. Flex is dumb.