Right before I left for Hawaii, my landlord finally got around to fixing my kitchen floor. It had obviously been rotting out underneath the linoleum for quite some time. The clincher was when I saw soap bubbles coming out between the wall and the floor! They tore a huge hole in both the floor and the wall, and replaced pipes, rebuilt the floor, etc. When I got home from my trip it was almost done, but it was left looking like this:
Unfinished, flithy walls, tons of dust everywhere, a lumpy-bumpy concrete floor with a ratty piece of linoleum simply laying on it, no baseboards. To add insult to injury, when I called my landlord asking when I was going to have a real floor, he started threatening to not renew my lease! WTF?!
Anyway, after much discussion about how I was not asking for anything unreasonable, he agreed to get a professional in to do the floor, and I offered to finish the walls. Finally, at about midnight last night, I finished paining, and was able to move my stuff back into the kitchen:
Hooray! It's hard to see the exact color in the photos, but the walls are "pale tangerine". I'm so happy with it, I just might tackle my living room next...