Flood
I have had an interesting weekend. Friday I woke up and started to get ready for school. I went downstairs to get breakfast and as I walked across the carpet water started to squirt between my toes. The bathroom downstairs was full of over an inch of water. I went to the apartment office and told them we were flooded, and then I ran to catch the bus to school. First I woke up Benito. He called and said the maintenance guy said it was the toilet. We never use that toilet because it doesn't always flush and that bathroom has been turned into the dogs room. And we are not stupid and know how to turn the knob if it is overflowing... So maintence played with the toilet for 2 minutes and said they would come Saturday morning to fix the carpet. My mom came over that afternoon to help me clean up a bit and move furniture. We worked for over 2 hours and got a bunch of the water up. Later Friday evening Jay and I were getting ready to go out to Faces... I take a long shower, get dressed, and walk downstairs to get the vodka. The carpet is even more soaked than it was in the morning. F-in A... Water is pouring out of the bathroom ceiling (under the shower), and all over everything... Turns out a rat had chewed through a pipe, although I think the rat is dead and the water finally finished pushing through the almost gnawed hole. Princess would have gone crazy if there was a rat in the wall. So now there aren pieces of ceiling, rat shit, and soaked towels sitting on the floor of the downstairs bathroom, waiting for Monday when they come to clean it up the rest of the way. Until then our carpet is half ripped up with powerful fans blowing under them. It is a disaster in my place...