Half of the lights in my ceiling fan have stopped working and Ed, my landlord, decided to replace the whole fan with a new unit instead of trying to fix what has to be a simple wiring problem. But I said, Fine. So this morning he wakes me up at 11 a.m. essentially forcing me to go to work before noon. I was cranky. When I come home this evening I find that not only has the ceiling fan not been replaced (the new one's still in its box in the middle of the room) but there's a fucking hole in my bathroom wall the size of a small door... plaster and crap all over the floor. No note, no explanation. I'm like, WTF?!?