It's a Crappy, but Hilarious (not really, though) Day
Why can't Bono make that a song title?
Most of you know, although I only actually talked to one person on here about it. Ah, but this is the grapevine, is it not? (Not much longer would you be mine). Not that I wouldn't have told the others.
So I get home at 4pm anxious to finish an assignment due @ 5pm. I am outside unlocking my door, and hear the fire alarm going off. I knew I didnt leave anything on, so, bewildered and nervous, I walk in. Crunch! Glass breaks under my feet. Somehow, the light fixture in my front hall crashed to the ground & broke. First I think I have perhaps been robbed. Then I see my ceiling on my floor, on my couch, and on my side tables. I then proceed, in shock & disbelief, into my apartment and Squelch! my feet are instantly sinking into the puddle that used to be my carpet. By the time I hve inspected every room, my feet and shoes are sodden, as the ENTIRE F-ing apartment is flooded. No water is running. There is water on the counter (opposite the sink), and on the dishrage on top of the microwave on top of the counter. The ceiling is replete with water stains. It would be.. the fool of an upstairs neighbor I later found had discovered his watere heater broken but instead of calling maintainence, left for the long weekend, wherein my possessions and apartment were ruined. EVERYTHING touching the floor was destroyed. The water soaked through entire huge library books. Hmm.. that's gonna cost lots. What I was most upset about was the fact that I have two paers & a presentation due in like a week & a half, and the books and articles I needed fell victim to the Stoneridge Flood of '05. Oh, yeah, all these articles in Spanish, from Mexican Newspapers, from the last five years, that my teacher trustingly lent to me ... soaked trough!!!! ALL OF THEM. All these articles and books I need for my thesis.. now worthless. Some are absolutely unsalvageable. Who knows about my computer? The tower was sitting on the floor.
When I realized the enormity of the situation (mostly as it pertained to my studies), I started yelling and cursing up a storm .. in my flooded apartment, by myself. I called the maintainence guy. He takes a bit to get back to me. And then tells me he is in the middle of something and will get to me once he's done with that. I told him my ceiling was my floor and he needed to get over to my place.
Anyway, eventually carpet people come, Nick D. & I move important stuff out and over to Nick L's apt where I must impose for a little while as houseguest, and things seem to be settling down. Nick L. is now coming into town shortly, & the three of us plan to meet up for dinner. Nick D. & I are on the way to his house to wait, when I get in a CAR ACCIDENT!! NO FREAKING KIDDING. (Totally not my fault, btw). This is where, after a tirade of the worse curse words, and I settle down, and the cop is writing the accident report, I realize the hilarity of the situation, and although I don't want to, I am forced to laugh a bit. Who in the heck has a day like today? I feel like the guy on Lost -- just a bit. I am a walking piece of roten luck. Nick, hopefully this won't rub off on you or your apartment.
I am now exhausted and almost willing to let the enormous amounts of stress and anxiety about school crush me ... but with sleep, I think I can resist their threats of suffocation for a few hours at least. We shall see how it all turns out. From here on out, I think it shall be more along the lines of an insurance & apartment management headache than anything else. I think I shall use this day to build character. Or whatever the crap.
I guess the end of November has not been too nice to me in the past few years.
Please excuse the typos. I have not the energy even for spellcheck. I swear I'm not an idiot, though.
Most of you know, although I only actually talked to one person on here about it. Ah, but this is the grapevine, is it not? (Not much longer would you be mine). Not that I wouldn't have told the others.
So I get home at 4pm anxious to finish an assignment due @ 5pm. I am outside unlocking my door, and hear the fire alarm going off. I knew I didnt leave anything on, so, bewildered and nervous, I walk in. Crunch! Glass breaks under my feet. Somehow, the light fixture in my front hall crashed to the ground & broke. First I think I have perhaps been robbed. Then I see my ceiling on my floor, on my couch, and on my side tables. I then proceed, in shock & disbelief, into my apartment and Squelch! my feet are instantly sinking into the puddle that used to be my carpet. By the time I hve inspected every room, my feet and shoes are sodden, as the ENTIRE F-ing apartment is flooded. No water is running. There is water on the counter (opposite the sink), and on the dishrage on top of the microwave on top of the counter. The ceiling is replete with water stains. It would be.. the fool of an upstairs neighbor I later found had discovered his watere heater broken but instead of calling maintainence, left for the long weekend, wherein my possessions and apartment were ruined. EVERYTHING touching the floor was destroyed. The water soaked through entire huge library books. Hmm.. that's gonna cost lots. What I was most upset about was the fact that I have two paers & a presentation due in like a week & a half, and the books and articles I needed fell victim to the Stoneridge Flood of '05. Oh, yeah, all these articles in Spanish, from Mexican Newspapers, from the last five years, that my teacher trustingly lent to me ... soaked trough!!!! ALL OF THEM. All these articles and books I need for my thesis.. now worthless. Some are absolutely unsalvageable. Who knows about my computer? The tower was sitting on the floor.
When I realized the enormity of the situation (mostly as it pertained to my studies), I started yelling and cursing up a storm .. in my flooded apartment, by myself. I called the maintainence guy. He takes a bit to get back to me. And then tells me he is in the middle of something and will get to me once he's done with that. I told him my ceiling was my floor and he needed to get over to my place.
Anyway, eventually carpet people come, Nick D. & I move important stuff out and over to Nick L's apt where I must impose for a little while as houseguest, and things seem to be settling down. Nick L. is now coming into town shortly, & the three of us plan to meet up for dinner. Nick D. & I are on the way to his house to wait, when I get in a CAR ACCIDENT!! NO FREAKING KIDDING. (Totally not my fault, btw). This is where, after a tirade of the worse curse words, and I settle down, and the cop is writing the accident report, I realize the hilarity of the situation, and although I don't want to, I am forced to laugh a bit. Who in the heck has a day like today? I feel like the guy on Lost -- just a bit. I am a walking piece of roten luck. Nick, hopefully this won't rub off on you or your apartment.
I am now exhausted and almost willing to let the enormous amounts of stress and anxiety about school crush me ... but with sleep, I think I can resist their threats of suffocation for a few hours at least. We shall see how it all turns out. From here on out, I think it shall be more along the lines of an insurance & apartment management headache than anything else. I think I shall use this day to build character. Or whatever the crap.
I guess the end of November has not been too nice to me in the past few years.
Please excuse the typos. I have not the energy even for spellcheck. I swear I'm not an idiot, though.