Furious

As you may remember, we had leaky roof a few months ago, and it has been slowly being repaired. First (quite a while after my original call) maintenance sent a team to fix the exterior. No problems. Then, about 2 weeks later, I get a phone call at about 8am, asking me if it's a good time for a crew to come over and get started on the interior. I said sure, they said they'd be there in 15 minutes. The work took several hours, but was done properly, and the guys were very nice, cleaned up very well after themselves. I was told that one further team of guys would be needed to "texturize" that portion of the roof, so it matched the rest of the house. All this for a leaky roof! But whatever, as long as it gets done. Well, yesterday, as I'm suffering from a horrid headache, laying on the sofa, the green maintenance van shows up. D answers the door, tells them now is not a good time. They still try to come in and "have a look at it". Umm...whats to look at? The spot had already been scraped and repainted, just needed that "texturizing" done. D says no (again) and sends them on their way. I had a horrible night, didn't get much sleep due to the headache. At about 9-9:30 this morning, I down a few more aspirin, grab the kids and some snacks (gotta keep them occupied *lol*), and head upstairs to my room for a nice long nap. I wake up early afternoon, grab my robe (I was still in my jammies) and start down the stairs. Looking over the banister, I notice that the blinds are fully open. Not such a big deal, the kids do that all the time. I tighten my robe (don't want to flash the neighbors!) and continue down the stairs. Next thing I notice scares the crap out of me. The door is unlocked. Both locks. I am SO anal about making sure they are locked, 47 times a day. I look further into the living room. My furniture is all pushed around. My knicknack thingies are missing from the corner shelf, they have all been tossed onto the love seat. These are glass things, and very important to me. There are plaster shavings ALL OVER THE FLOOR. The carpet, the hardwood floor, the sofa, EVERYWHERE. See where this is going? Maintenance unlocked my door, WITHOUT my permission (I cannot stress this enough- I have NEVER given them permission to enter my home when we are not there, it makes me very uncomfortable.) and finished the ceiling. Did a very crappy job too. All while I was sleeping upstairs, with my children. I feel so violated. I threw on any old clothes, slammed shoes on my feet, grabbed the monsters, and was out the door within minutes. Our house is located just down the street from the base housing office. I marched in there, and demanded to speak to the highest ranking person there. Of course, the secretary tries to act like she can help me, and that Í don't need to see anyone else. Bitch. I told her if she didn't get me someone right then and there, I was going to call the police and report a break in. She sure moved her fat ass a little faster after that. To make a realllllly long story a little shorter, I fought with the manager there (just trying to get her to do her damn job!) and managed to get her to contact maintenance. Who claims that I gave them permission to enter whenever. Um...total load of bullshit. I wrote out my complaint, made that bitch xerox a copy for me, and had the manager right down the list of names and titles of the people she said she would be talking to. And told her I would be back tomorrow morning, bright and early, and would expect answers. I also told her that my husband and I would be contacting Base Legal, to see if we have any recourse. There is a whole bunch more to the story, but this is the general idea, and my fingers hurt from typing. Plus, I still have that damn headache. So I'm off to bubble bath land, trying to soothe my rattled nerves. The instinct to rip off someones head is still pretty strong.