And by this I do not mean the Nashville flood or the one pouring out of my loins (yay, I think I'll have to double up on BC again)... but the one my fucking apartment. I am so livid, I cannot even think straight.
A week ago, our washer started leaking on and off. Meaning sometimes it'd leak, at others it wouldn't.. and then it'd leak again. Of course, when the maintenance guy came to look at it two days ago, he gave it the CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH, said he tightened the hoses just in case and let it be.
Considering we haven't had clean clothes for a week now, we decided to do a small, superbly light load of clothes so we have something to wear to work. And... que paso? La pinche maquina decide que ahora es el tiempo perfecto para quebrarse completamente!
>.< Yes, I am so livid I can't even think/write/speak in English anymore.
Anyway, the goddamned thing decided to break.. and leak.. and of course, because of the water pressure it only took about two minutes to flood the hallway with two inches of water.
We're on the top floor.
The fire alarms are on said hallway.
Wires of said fire alarms went haywire and fritzed.
Alarm went off. Apartments were evacuated. I barely had time to grab the cat and run out the fucking door while my husband struggled to call the maintenance man (this is like 12:25 am, btw). Fire trucks came and I had to sheepishly explain I was trying to watch my bloody fucking underwear so I have some clean ones (okay, I didn't say this exactly but I felt like saying so) for manana (yes, I know it needs a tilde). At some point, I had to look at all my neighbors and explain:
"You know.. I really didn't want to have to meet you all this way."
Those without children understood. I got dirty looks from the ones on the first floor kitty corner to me (they've always been like this and now they're even worse. >.<). The ones whose apartment got flooded too just laughed it off and said it was okay. I owe them cookies. xD
Anyway, it is now 1:22 am, I haven't been able to get a hold of the stupid maintenance man (and guess what, neither did the fire department!) and now we're on an hourly fire watch until someone comes in with their fucking vaccums and dryers.
God, its such a fucking repeat of 05/09... Anyone remember that lovely fiasco where I woke up to the bathroom spewing water everywhere? Fucking eh.
A week ago, our washer started leaking on and off. Meaning sometimes it'd leak, at others it wouldn't.. and then it'd leak again. Of course, when the maintenance guy came to look at it two days ago, he gave it the CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH, said he tightened the hoses just in case and let it be.
Considering we haven't had clean clothes for a week now, we decided to do a small, superbly light load of clothes so we have something to wear to work. And... que paso? La pinche maquina decide que ahora es el tiempo perfecto para quebrarse completamente!
>.< Yes, I am so livid I can't even think/write/speak in English anymore.
Anyway, the goddamned thing decided to break.. and leak.. and of course, because of the water pressure it only took about two minutes to flood the hallway with two inches of water.
We're on the top floor.
The fire alarms are on said hallway.
Wires of said fire alarms went haywire and fritzed.
Alarm went off. Apartments were evacuated. I barely had time to grab the cat and run out the fucking door while my husband struggled to call the maintenance man (this is like 12:25 am, btw). Fire trucks came and I had to sheepishly explain I was trying to watch my bloody fucking underwear so I have some clean ones (okay, I didn't say this exactly but I felt like saying so) for manana (yes, I know it needs a tilde). At some point, I had to look at all my neighbors and explain:
"You know.. I really didn't want to have to meet you all this way."
Those without children understood. I got dirty looks from the ones on the first floor kitty corner to me (they've always been like this and now they're even worse. >.<). The ones whose apartment got flooded too just laughed it off and said it was okay. I owe them cookies. xD
Anyway, it is now 1:22 am, I haven't been able to get a hold of the stupid maintenance man (and guess what, neither did the fire department!) and now we're on an hourly fire watch until someone comes in with their fucking vaccums and dryers.
God, its such a fucking repeat of 05/09... Anyone remember that lovely fiasco where I woke up to the bathroom spewing water everywhere? Fucking eh.
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