That feeling when you get home and you know someone (maintenance guy) has been in your place.
Honestly, I hate when the maintenance people stop by when I'm not home. First, the guy called me at work and left a message about my "electrical problem." Um, my problem is with leaking water and poorly draining sinks. He wanted me to call him back.
I get home and I start noticing little things - a small bit of dirt on the kitchen floor, a piece of leaf on the stairs, a door slightly opened. I go upstairs (where I forgot to pick up my dirty clothes last night/this morning so a blue bra is like right in the middle of the floor) and the cabinets under the sink are wide open. I look around and my towels are gone. The sink is still filled with water. The drain grate is back in the tub (it only takes a couple pieces of my long hair to block the tiny holes in the grate so I take it out). All my cleaning supplies from under the sink are on the floor.
Get back downstairs, find my towels in the utility room sitting on my recycling bin - soaking wet.
I'm looking around wondering, "What the hell did this guy actually do?"
Now I have to call tomorrow because I'd like to know if he put chemicals down the drains. What the plan is, like, did he even look at the kitchen ceiling to see the water stain there?