RRRGH. This is the third time maintenance has come by our room to make the necessary repairs, only to realize they'd gotten the wrong message and our situation is nowhere near as dire as others'. We just have a massive, gaping hope in the ceiling above the toilet, a wall that looks like it's been hit with a battering ram, a door split down the side, and a carpet that looks like it's been mauled! Of course, none of these are emergency fixes, and we could be perfectly happy living with them, but the false hope is terribly annoying.

"Yay, you're here to fix stuff!" we cry.
"Indeed! Where's the leak?"
"Um... there is no leak."
"Oh. Guess you'll have to keep waiting, then!"
"Curses!"

This image makes it all better.