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Feb 18, 2017 14:55

There was a spot of wet in the bedroom in a really odd place for a cat to have thrown up last night. I got up what I could with a paper towel. It was still wet this morning, which I thought was odd. It was still wet when I got back from the store this afternoon. Not damp - wet.

So I pulled out the big cat carrier I have in that corner (Ty's cave).

The carpet is soaked. There's mold growing on the wall. The carpet on that end of the closet is damp. Yet another work order, and I left a VM with the manager just to make sure this one didn't take a week to get taken care of.

Which explains the smell. I thought it was the towels I had shoved up against the bottom of the front door to catch what the wind was blowing in over the threshold.

If they have to do more than one day's worth of work in there, I don't know what I'm going to do. I got 4 hours at work this week. So far I'm only scheduled for 4 hours next week. I'm running out of my Christmas gift money (you all are outrageous, I will never be able to thank you enough). Boarding the cats will be spendy. I guess I can find someone's floor to impose on, but I can't move out entirely.

Just.

If the universe is going to pile on this much, there'd better be something mindblowingly spectacularly good right on its heels.

stress, apartment, fml, whinge

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