Dealing with condo management is an ongoing ordeal in any country, and Thailand is no different. Throw in the language differences and you have a recipe for either disaster or hilarity – thankfully, I was faced with the latter choice a few years ago. I could have sworn I put this up on my blog a long time ago but can’t find it anymore; at any rate, as I’m moving out of my apartment and into a new place at the end of the month, I thought I’d post this again as a send-off to the wacky management of my old condo, and an example of how awesome it can be when frustration gets channeled through a language barrier.

Some backstory: I had a party at my place one night – good drinks, good food, good folks, you know the drill. Anyway, one of my friends – who shall remain nameless and blurry – decided it’d be fun to play with the video camera in the elevator. The next day I found this sheet of paper under my door, written by my helpful condo super Watana. Apparently my friend’s fiddling had broken the camera, and he wanted to let me know how he felt about that.

At least he was honest with his feelings on the matter.

At least he was honest with his feelings on the matter.

Well, a few weeks later Watana left his job and that’s the last I heard of him. I felt a bit guilty about the whole thing, but I still can’t help but laugh.