Dead Water Heater
Hot water heater died sometime today. It lives under the stairs to the main level of the house. The only way to get to it is to go through the access panel in my bathroom. So. It's almost 4am. I'm still up, despite having to work today; the only person who can cover my shift has to "go to church" in the morning (my shift is an afternoon shift) despite having it on good authority that she hasn't been going lately, and is "house sitting" so couldn't possibly cover a couple of hours. Yup. Because a house can't sit vacant - or heavens to betsy, have her husband all alone in it - for a few hours.
Oh, why should it matter, and why am I still up at this horrible hour when I know I have to work? Because I have to clear away EVERYTHING I OWN so that the plumber - or whoever my father's hiring/hired - has the room to get the old tank out and the new tank in. Meanwhile, my father tells me that once I have everything cleared away, we'll have to run a hose to the tank to empty it. That will take about an hour and a half. Only then will the plumber/guy come to take out the tank and put in a new one. We will be doing all this "very early." I'm certain that I won't get to bathe at all in the morning before work; in fact, any bathing I'll get to perform will be the quaintly termed "whore's bath," which means going to work with barely tamed bedhead (if I manage to catch an hour or two of sleep at all) and feeling grungy and gross from sweating and working.
Guess who's not sleeping tonight?
I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm frustrated and keep breaking into tears. I feel nauseus (don't care if it's spelled wrong) and I'm angry at everything and everyone, whether they deserve it or not. I just want to sleep.
Well, that's enough of that break. Back I go.
Oh, why should it matter, and why am I still up at this horrible hour when I know I have to work? Because I have to clear away EVERYTHING I OWN so that the plumber - or whoever my father's hiring/hired - has the room to get the old tank out and the new tank in. Meanwhile, my father tells me that once I have everything cleared away, we'll have to run a hose to the tank to empty it. That will take about an hour and a half. Only then will the plumber/guy come to take out the tank and put in a new one. We will be doing all this "very early." I'm certain that I won't get to bathe at all in the morning before work; in fact, any bathing I'll get to perform will be the quaintly termed "whore's bath," which means going to work with barely tamed bedhead (if I manage to catch an hour or two of sleep at all) and feeling grungy and gross from sweating and working.
Guess who's not sleeping tonight?
I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm frustrated and keep breaking into tears. I feel nauseus (don't care if it's spelled wrong) and I'm angry at everything and everyone, whether they deserve it or not. I just want to sleep.
Well, that's enough of that break. Back I go.