It was always burning since the world's been turning
I have to get this out because I need to do work at work today instead of obsessing over this.
I live on the third floor of my apartment building. Yesterday, on the fifth floor, someone's stove caught on fire. I don't know if it was the sprinklers or the fire hose, but wherever the water was from it made its way into my apartment. I wasn't home during the action. I was only home in time to find my door unlocked, the lights on, the floor soaked, and the lack of a certain cat. After running around the building like a madwoman for half an hour or longer trying to find Beatrice, she finally made a noise that indicated that she was in the apartment. She was completely terrified and wouldn't come out of hiding. I finally lured her out with some canned food well after people had stopped coming in and out of the apartment. We then went to a Motel 6 for the night while some disaster company ripped up my carpet and baseboards. I returned to find about 6 humongous dryers around the apartment and all of my furniture in the middle of the room and, of course, a lack of carpet and baseboards. I didn't know what to do with the cat at that point so I locked her in the bathroom where there is only one dryer and no carpet leftovers for her to munch on. And now I don't know what the status is or when the projected completion date is or if I'll be able to use my bathroom tonight. This is such a great thing to deal with the day before company comes. I would have written a mean letter on here to the guy that left his stove on but I feel really sorry for the putz. Plus my apartment is not nearly as bad as some others, such as the one that had the fire and the one right below it.
I just wish I had somewhere to direct some anger.
I live on the third floor of my apartment building. Yesterday, on the fifth floor, someone's stove caught on fire. I don't know if it was the sprinklers or the fire hose, but wherever the water was from it made its way into my apartment. I wasn't home during the action. I was only home in time to find my door unlocked, the lights on, the floor soaked, and the lack of a certain cat. After running around the building like a madwoman for half an hour or longer trying to find Beatrice, she finally made a noise that indicated that she was in the apartment. She was completely terrified and wouldn't come out of hiding. I finally lured her out with some canned food well after people had stopped coming in and out of the apartment. We then went to a Motel 6 for the night while some disaster company ripped up my carpet and baseboards. I returned to find about 6 humongous dryers around the apartment and all of my furniture in the middle of the room and, of course, a lack of carpet and baseboards. I didn't know what to do with the cat at that point so I locked her in the bathroom where there is only one dryer and no carpet leftovers for her to munch on. And now I don't know what the status is or when the projected completion date is or if I'll be able to use my bathroom tonight. This is such a great thing to deal with the day before company comes. I would have written a mean letter on here to the guy that left his stove on but I feel really sorry for the putz. Plus my apartment is not nearly as bad as some others, such as the one that had the fire and the one right below it.
I just wish I had somewhere to direct some anger.