Nothing New, Black Tie Edition Part 3: No, I'm not an actual failure

I told you about the dress I rented, and the other things I paid (or didn't pay) for, for my evening out at the Theas. But I left you hanging with this little teaser:

Anything look familiar? I'll give you a hint.

Reason #2 Why I Hate My Apartment

I came home last night to this posted by the mailboxes at my building:

Really, you couldn't be more specific than that? Just a few hours, sometime during the day?

Thank you for defining "a few," though, that was very helpful.

Furthermore, there was only one of these this time, and it was posted in the front entry, which is not a guaranteed viewing place since most of the assigned parking is in the back.

I decided to chance it by taking my regularly-scheduled shower this morning, hoping that the lack of specificity meant the water would be turned off sometime in the middle of the day when most some people are at work.

Having to rinse off in the piddly leftovers from my hot water tank at 7:30am told me otherwise.

At least the water was warm?