This will be the most poorly written blog ever. I’m just warning you now.
I talk with the owners of the radio station this AM, they want to know why I quit. Nevermind that I quit three months ago. NOW they want to know. Great convo. Lasted almost two hours. Get home. Hubs has off. We have giftcards (thanks, in-laws!) We go shopping. Come home, nap.
Must be the upstairs neighbors, taking a shower or something.
A while later, Hubs leaves the bedroom, shouts an obscenity, tells me to get out here quick.
A TRAIL of puddle-footprints follows him as he walks to the kitchen. We can hear water gushing somewhere in our walls, but no show anywhere except the floor, which has INCHES of water in every public room (kitchen, LR, DR). Hubs yells at me to call maintenance, which I cannot do because I don’t have the number. He finds the number, calls.
We are unplugging everything and moving essential equipment out of the apartment. I start to freak out because I can see a river-bubble in our living room ceiling and it might cave in.
Hubs is also freaking out. We are freaking out together.
He calls maintenance again. Here is what I heard:
“Hello this is the guy from apartment blah blah blah… I called a few minutes ago because we have a geyser in our apartment…”
“I don’t CARE what they are doing, they need to come over here now because this is an emergency.”
I love my husband.
Some other nuggets from this, the most awesome of days:
- No, they will not provide us with another apartment to live in because there are none (NONE) available.
- No, they will not put us up in a hotel. We can sleep in the community party room (THE PARTY ROOM!!!) if we need a place to sleep.
- No, they will not replace our carpets, they will put our old carpets back in once they dry out.
- No, they will not inspect our electric at all (AT ALL).
So, just a thought, but we may be changing our address before long. Also, and this is just another suspicion, but more awesome blog posts to follow.
Here are some pictures I took. Never without the camera these days.