The saga continues...
I called the real estate management company every day this week. Promised calls back, but nothing. Today when I called and the receptionist said the conpany name, I started in with, "What would you do to get your water turned on?"
Who is this? she said.
My physical therapist came this morning and we ventured out into the garden, down the steps and he wanted to see if I could sit down and get up from all the various chairs which I could. While out there, I personally tested the water. Ana and Marilyn had previuusly done that, while I watched, I believed them, but now I saw it for myself.
Called the management company, got the useless Erica. She had me hang on while she called the super. The super finally made an appearance. I could hear him tinkering, turning on the water and gurgle, gurlge, splash, splash... what do you know? The pipe was NEVER fixed. The super told me he had hired a plumber/welder and the guy evidently never tested to see if his plumbing/welding fixed the thing. I watched while he called the plumber/welder who is now saying he'll come Monday.
The super told me I should have called him. Kind of like, come on, we're friends. Typically that would resonate with me but I just said, "I did and my friends did and you ignored it. You said it was fixed, abnd it wasn't,"
So now we'll see what happens on Monday. The super said how nice the garden looks, how everything is growing by way of pointing out no damage has been done, and I said yes, everything is being watered by hand,
Enough on this topic!