My landlord must be trying to kill me

So last night I left work all excited to come to my newly fixed kitchen/home. I ran over to Laura's place because she had work til very late and would be leaving shortly. To my despair Norman's cage did not fit in the car. So I was stuck ripping it to pieces trying to put the whole thing in there just so I could get the thing in my car before it starts raining. When Norman gets wet he gets pneumonia, not good. I get home finally after a long effort at dissembling to find Comcast has decided to use my parking lot as a meeting place. There are 6 GIANT Comcast vans in my tiny miniscule parking lot and the 6 owners of said vehicles are drinking sodas, smoking cigarettes and hanging out. In the MIDDLE OF THE PARKING LOT. WTF!! so of course there is nowhere to park and I am not in the mood to let them see me drag out the giant cage pieces so I take Norman in in his ball.

My apartment for once smells nice. No gas oder at all. I put Norman on the floor and look at the stove. NOTHING HAS BEEN DONE. So so much for having dinner tonight, plus so much for having a helpful landlord for once. Exasperrated I go into the hallway and am hit with the smell of gas like a wall of funk. AWESOME. So now even though my apartment probably wont explode, my building will. I get my mail and let Norman at least have a little play time because obviously he can't stay here. After crying to my mom, my cousin, and Jarrod, then having a panic attack about how much things suck I go back to Laura's, reset Norman up.

I went back to the apartment and called the gas company again. I talk to the same nice woman and have the same gas guy come who says "and you were so nice last night" Im like Im sorry. He goes in the hall and smells and says "crap". Then he had to go downstairs and check all the pipes. He came back up and said he found nothing and left. I was calmer now, still angry at my landlord (I lived for 3 months in that shithole with a gas leak!), but calmer. I watched Thursday night TV so good, then went to bed.

This morning I wrote an angry email to one of the emails on my landlord's website. I called them back and got the same girl who told me the guy would be coming to my house today. He better or I am telling the newspapers about my landlord who doesn't care about his leasors. I live in a building that houses mostly students and two mentally challenged men. Someone has to fight for them because noone cares if they have bad living conditions. I make just above enough for low income housing so I am not able to live somewhere nicer yet. I am not really in the mood to get sick or die because my landlord is a slumlord. I can't wait to get out.