It's noon and guess who's not here

If you said "the electrician," you're so right it makes me want to vomit. In fact, an electrician won't be coming until Monday. I take no comfort in knowing that I totally called it, especially since I'll be having visitors tomorrow through the middle of next week. I mean, of course we wouldn't sit around and watch TV the whole time, but it might have been nice to have the option.

So, anyone know of any good, well-managed apartments for rent in Midtown to check out?

Instant update: Okay, perhaps my "Well, I'm having people visit this weekend but I guess we'll figure out what to do" was a sufficiently pouty response to my landlord's "You're not mad at me, are you?" because now he's called back and said he's got another electrician lined up to come today. I will count those chickens when they have hatched, grown up free-range on a farm, and landed deliciously deep-fried on a plate in my kitchen.