Dear Cult Co-op Management Office,
I don’t mind moving all my living room furniture around to make room so you can repair my balcony door. I understand that you need space to lay the thing down so you can fix the rollers. However, I do mind being told to have it ready on Monday and then getting home Monday evening to discover no one has bothered to come into my unit to do any work. Get your act together, get the fucking door fixed and stop wasting my time.
No Love,
Moose
