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What a start to the week...
I'd planned to get up at 6 to go to the gym with Intern. I had not planned to wake up at five to the sound of water from the upstairs student bathroom plopping down into my office. Onto a box full of CDs of my choir, inches away from my electronic piano and my bookcase. I blogged about the last time I had these problems--the only improvement this time was that I wasn't hungover when I cleaned it up. This time, however, it was actually an overflowed toilet, not a broken one, so the water was almost certainly partially urine. And maybe... yeah. Fabulous. Last time this happened, they patched the ceiling a bit, which just caused the water to drip from two other places now, maybe 6 inches from where it was before. Six inches closer, I should add, to my piano and bookshelves. I was so unbelievably pissed--no pun intended, I was certainly not laughing--as I cleaned up this mess, particularly since what seemed to be turning off the water supply was in fact turning it all the way on, so an hour later when I went to get Intern up to lift, I had to clean everything up again. Maybe there's not much that can be done, but it feels like they (meaning the folks in charge) just put a bandaid over it whenever it happens, it seems like there ought to be some way to fix the underlying problem, like some kind of molding like you put down in a shower and seal it so that it can't leak down. But then, since it's been going on for at least 5 years and probably closer to 20, the chances seem more or less slim to none. It's good for me to write about it, though, because when I talk about it out loud, I end up using some variation of fuck every two or three words. That's how pissed off I am about this, but helps me take a vaguely-more-rational look at it. But honestly, is it so much to ask to live in an apartment where I don't have nasty toilet water leaking in three times in two years? I've lived in a lousy apartment before, back in grad school, and that place didn't even put my personal possessions at risk like this place does. Ugh. Probably I should move these valuable things, but I just don't have any good place to put them. Crap crap crap on my lousy apartment. No no, please don't.