Apr 26, 2007 10:54
Got a call this morning about my leaky washing machine. Apparently, there has been some water damage to the flat under mine, and the landlady wants to know what is going on. I usually go through her son, as he speaks some English, and I speak absolutely no Czech. We had a major flood early Monday morning/late Sunday night, and my roommate contacted landlord's son on Monday. Apparently he failed to inform his mother.
My mind automatically jumps to worst case scenarios--We'll have to pay a ton of money to fix the damage, we'll get kicked out of the flat and I'll be homeless in Prague, etc. Why, brain, why do you do this to me? Now my stomach is in knots, and it will be for the rest of the day, I'm sure.
Add this drama to the fact that my trip to Vienna last week to pick up my VISA was a failure, AND it's my mom's birthday and I'm homesick makes me not a happy camper today. I feel like everything is crashing down around me, and I have no way to fix things. Logically, I know that things will work out--maybe not to my advantage or liking, but it'll happen. I just don't like not being in control.
*sigh* This calls for the Charlie Brown walk AD icon
boring real life,
aargh!