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THERE IS POOP EVERYWHERE!
We thought the house couldn't get much worse as far as 'hidden' problems go. The doors pretty much all either stick, don't close all the way, close and then wont re-open, don't lock or DO lock, but the lock never catches so you can just push the door open.
The upstairs and downstairs showers both leak to the point where the plumbing needs to be gutted and replaced, the downstairs toilet needs a new system in it's tank.
Greg's bedroom doesn't have any form of heat duct and since his box spring doesn't fit downstairs he has to sleep closer to the ground making it even more cold.
The air conditioning unit is entirely broken, however, they plan to fix that before the summer starts.
The weather stripping on the front and back doors is completely destroyed. It's like having a closet door as our only protection to the wind.
The front and back porch lights are both broken. The front just needs a new fixture, the back needs electrical re-wiring. There are also a few outlets that need re-wiring.
BUT
That wasn't good enough.
Our house has a mind of it's own and it is PISSED.
At the Christmas party Alex pointed out that there is shit in the shower. We thought that it would be impossible for someone to have gotten drunk enough to projectile diarrhea all over our shower without us noticing so we called shenanigans and decided that Tom the wonderful plumber (who had been there earlier to look at the plumbing) had tramped dirt into the shower.
It turns out that Alex was right.
Everything flushed down the toilet downstairs ends up regurgitated into the shower downstairs, which means our shower was literally full of shit.
It wasn't that horrible.. it didn't smell and we had a plan to fix it involving the help of our landlord and some plumbing service or something.
Then today I decided to take a shower upstairs.
Greg, who was downstairs, heard something in the bathroom and watched my used shower water flood out of the downstairs shower into the bathroom (There is about 2 inches of lip that the water had to climb over to get onto the actual floor). Fortunately the tiny flood was contained by the three inch downward slant that our unlevel bathroom has.
Roto rooter comes tomorrow to decalcify our pipes.
Poop is everywhere.
We thought the house couldn't get much worse as far as 'hidden' problems go. The doors pretty much all either stick, don't close all the way, close and then wont re-open, don't lock or DO lock, but the lock never catches so you can just push the door open.
The upstairs and downstairs showers both leak to the point where the plumbing needs to be gutted and replaced, the downstairs toilet needs a new system in it's tank.
Greg's bedroom doesn't have any form of heat duct and since his box spring doesn't fit downstairs he has to sleep closer to the ground making it even more cold.
The air conditioning unit is entirely broken, however, they plan to fix that before the summer starts.
The weather stripping on the front and back doors is completely destroyed. It's like having a closet door as our only protection to the wind.
The front and back porch lights are both broken. The front just needs a new fixture, the back needs electrical re-wiring. There are also a few outlets that need re-wiring.
BUT
That wasn't good enough.
Our house has a mind of it's own and it is PISSED.
At the Christmas party Alex pointed out that there is shit in the shower. We thought that it would be impossible for someone to have gotten drunk enough to projectile diarrhea all over our shower without us noticing so we called shenanigans and decided that Tom the wonderful plumber (who had been there earlier to look at the plumbing) had tramped dirt into the shower.
It turns out that Alex was right.
Everything flushed down the toilet downstairs ends up regurgitated into the shower downstairs, which means our shower was literally full of shit.
It wasn't that horrible.. it didn't smell and we had a plan to fix it involving the help of our landlord and some plumbing service or something.
Then today I decided to take a shower upstairs.
Greg, who was downstairs, heard something in the bathroom and watched my used shower water flood out of the downstairs shower into the bathroom (There is about 2 inches of lip that the water had to climb over to get onto the actual floor). Fortunately the tiny flood was contained by the three inch downward slant that our unlevel bathroom has.
Roto rooter comes tomorrow to decalcify our pipes.
Poop is everywhere.