This has not been the world's best week. Yesterday, I woke up to find water running down the wall in my kitchen. Not exactly what you want to see at 6 in the morning. Or ever, really.
So it turns out that the people upstairs had a leak in their kitchen. And my kitchen looks horrible now. The wall is peeling and the countertop is pulling apart at the seam (I'm sure it was not exactly high quality material). Thankfully, I live in an apartment, so there will be no expense to me, but I still have to deal with the frustration of getting it repaired.
I'm having them come in tomorrow to look at it and see what they can do. I could just let it go, but the last thing I want is to end up having to pay for it when I move out - I'd rather they know about it now. Of course, they should know, as I called maintenance and had them come in and look at it before they started their hunt for the leak. But better safe than sorry.