So, as I’m sure you’re aware of by now, I’ve been a bad little blogger. I suppose you could say that I took snow days to mean no work and no blogging. But we’ll remedy that this week.
To get back into the swing of things, as much as I hate starting off the week with complaints, that’s what I have. Rather, it’s not so much of a complaint as it is a holy-shit-did-that-really-just-happen? kind of thing. This past Friday night I was fast asleep in my cozy bed, dreaming of…well, that’s not important. What is important is the waterfall-esque noise that woke me with a start at 3:00 in the morning.
To be honest, it took me several minutes to register where the noise was coming from. And then several more minutes to rouse myself enough to investigate. And what I found looked like this:
There is some sort of silt/sand/gross stuff leaking from my water heater. Awesome.
That’s right. A busted water heater in my closet.
It took me about another ten minutes to move all the crap that I store in that closet into the tub, to keep it from getting any wetter – or destroyed.
And then another ten minutes to find somebody who works in the building to help me. When I found him, he informed me that not only was the water heater flooding my apartment, but that it had spread the wealth by dripping into every apartment below mine, down to the first floor.
I live on the seventh.
Finally, the maintenance guy got up to my room to assess the situation and determined 1) that he’d need the wet vac, since the water had soaked the carpet, pooled in the closet, and was quickly spreading throughout the studio.
It might look like shadows, but it's not. Unfortunately.
And 2) that he’d be replacing that water heater the same night.
I determined that I wouldn’t be getting much more, if any, sleep that night.
Before he started with the wet vac or replacement
By the time he was done, it was about 5:30 in the morning. He left me with a new water heater (plus), but not before telling me that the carpet was soaked through so badly that it would have to be entirely replaced…but that it couldn’t be done until sometime the following week (huge HUGE minus). So, not only is my tub still full and my carpet still soaked, but, frankly, the apartment is starting to smell from all the dampness. Not good.
Thankfully, I’ve been able to stay with a friend my boyfriend while I await news of when this will all be taken care of. And, as much as I want it all fixed, I don’t relish the idea of having to box up all my things and move out my furniture while new carpet is laid down.
I know I just recently wrote about how I always try to look on the bright side, but I’m having a hard time here. Does anyone else see a silver lining?
Please. Enlighten me.
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