I'm sorry, I need to vent quickly. So, the toilet in my apt was running last night, but eventually stopped. (By 'running', I mean not overflowing but making the annoying noise like it's not done flushing forever, and not flushing properly). My roommate decides to bitch about the noise. I would try to fix it, but the last time I tried that (albeit drunk) I broke the little stick with the floaty thing right off. I woke up this morning to it running again. Awesome. After jiggling various things gently, I decide there's nothing more I can do and I call the management to fix it. They say they'll send someone over.
I come home from work, toilet's still running. I turn the water off so at least it'll be quiet for awhile. But first, I take a pee, knowing full well it won't flush properly because it's been running all day. But I figure hey, a little pee water in the toilet never hurt anybody, right? So when I'm done I jiggle the handle and what not, getting at least some of the pee water to go down. There's still some TP floating in there. My brilliant roommate, seeing the TP still floating in there, knowing the toilet's been running all day, uses the toilet while I'm in my room (not there to fucking babysit her.)
She sticks her head in my room.
Her: Does the toilet take awhile to flush after you turn the water back on?
Me: ....It's broken. It's not going to flush all the way.
Her: It flushed for me this morning.
I shake my head at her, knowing it's not true because there was TP in it when I woke up this morning.
Me: It didn't flush for me all day. I jiggled it to get some of the pee water out. ...That's why there was TP in there.
Her: Oh.
We stare at each other, both knowing there's now a big poop in our toilet because she is a dumbass. Or at least, I now realize this. (The poop part, not that she's stupid. I've known that one for awhile now.)
Me: Sorry, I guess I should have made it more implicit. Toilet's broken.
Her: Well, I guess...don't use the toilet tomorrow morning.
Is this me being unreasonable? I feel like...wasn't it obvious the toilet was broken? We've had issues like this before...it's not like it's the first time she's encountered a running toilet. Our toilet is pretty awful. One time, (gross alert) she was like "Ren, the toilet water like, won't go down, and I tried plunging it and I don't know what to do." I walked in there, silently took the plunger from her, plunged for like, two thrusts and a big ol' poop floated up. I just stared at her and handed the plunger back, and she laughed awkwardly and thanked me. It's like...jesus. Learn to use a fucking plunger. She's always asking me to do shit like that. I'm not her goddamn boyfriend and I shouldn't have to put up with her extreme lack of common sense.
Le sigh. And to think that I want to renew my lease for ANOTHER year. At least I'd have the joy of watching her go off to class while I would have already graduated. Then I'd have time to clean up after her, at least. And enough money to buy a cover for my futon.
IN MUCH AWESOMER NEWS, HAPPY BERFDAY TO
givethesignal! SHE'S THE COOOOOOLEST. I'MA MARRY YOU, BITCH. Sorry you had to share birthday wishes with the bathroom post, but I'm kinda livid. I should be going to sleep now (must wake up at 5:15 for 8am class) but I'm really pissed and need to blow off some steam. Sorry if I sound like a horrible person. This is one of my roommate's many indescretions.