Worst housing karma. EVER.

Seriously, people, I have to have the worst housing karma.  In Monterey, our house was literally condemned.  It was going to be torn down after we moved out to build new housing.  But before that could happen, we lived in it.  And had a major leak in our master bedroom.  Over our bed.  Through a light fixture. 

Then there was the house in North Carolina.  I refer you to our lovely indoor waterfall and the rockin' party for of maintenance men I had in my house.  This house was reroofed not just once but twice while I lived in it.  And I only lived there for 16 months.

Now, while we are really enjoying our new duty station, my housing karma has struck again.  Just yesterday, we discovered a problem with our air conditioning.  It really is a problem with the heat and humidity we've been experiencing.  Two maintenance guys came by and determined that our compressor was kaput, they'd have to order a new one, and would get back to us about it.  In the interim, they installed 4 window units.  Then, today, we had a pretty heavy rainstorm.  Afterwards, Stretch discovered that we had a pretty bad leak in our master bedroom (hmm, this sounds familiar somehow).  He put a bucket under it and called housing.  Every time I go in there, it looks worse!  Now it is going across the ceiling toward a corner, sprouting new leaks AND in the corner, the wall and corner are completely wet.  Someone has come by and they're "working on it."  But they can't do anything to the roof until tomorrow.  And then they have to wait for everything to dry out before they can repair our ceiling. 

On the bright side, I hadn't gotten around to hanging anything on the walls in that room yet.  And this time, the maintenance guy tried to exorcise the devil from our apartment.  Yes, I'm serious.  I couldn't make stuff up like that.

*sigh* 
Yay, me!