Cats in bags and smoking boilers

Look closely at the sign and you will see why it really wasn't any surprise when firefighters ran through the halls of our building last night ordering everyone to evacuate because the boiler was on fire. The intelligent man who wrote the sign is also the man who is in charge of said smoking boiler. A man who can't spell "machanic" and "coaporation" is allowed to use power tools around a piece of machinery that could potentially burn down an entire city block. And what is the response of our management company? "Well, we can't fire him. It's so hard to find good supers in this city."
This is an example of a good super? What's a bad one? One that actually lets the building burn down?
Meanwhile, my cat would argue that the man should be put in front of a firing squad for the ultimate humiliation he had to suffer when Michael shoved him in a suitcase to get him out of our apartment. Poor kitten. He's so traumatized that he won't even come down from our bed to stalk the pigeons on the fire escape. I'm so going to sue the Croman bastards that own this piece of shit hole we live in for the next 10 days. My cat will never be the same.