In which Sam has her first experience where she needs a building manager and doesn't have one
My bath-tub, the one that I so innocently used just two day prior seems to be backed up.
You know what? This kind of happens a lot to me. I have really long, thick hair - lots of it. I'm a good chunk Italian and I shed quite a bit. Plus I have a long haired 16 pound cat, who, and I'm not proud to admit this, will jump in the shower *with* me. While the water is running. He sheds *a lot* too. So, drain-snakes are no stranger to that which is Samantha and Dexter (the cat).
So, two days prior to (yes - that's when I last showered. So sue me, I skipped a day) I didn't notice anything wrong. I don't remember the water draining any slower than usual and I certainly don't remember black crap/particles everywhere.
This morning when I woke up to get a shower before work I notice that there was a good 4 inches of water in the tub along with BLACK CRAP/PARTICLES? What? I don't even... ew.
Whatever. I'm an independent girl and I've never been afraid of a little black particle crap, drain snake and what will probably be a giant hairball that I pull out of my drain. So I go to work smelly, and think that i'll get supplies when I get home from work and then take the best hot shower of my life.
So I head home and realize that I haven't been to the comic book store in ages. And, I knew this and I knew that they had already charged me for last months comics, so I thought I'd pick them up. It's about 5:30 then, and the bus from the comic shop to my home was running late, so I didn't make it to my street (where the Ace Hardware is) until about 6:05.
Wouldn't you know! The store closes at 6:00pm on Tuesdays. Isn't that adorable?
Whatever, so I go home and eat a really quick dinner, call my landlord to leave a message letting her know the situation. Business hours are 9-5 Monday through Friday, but she promises that she frequently checks her messages. I wait a little bit, for traffic to maybe not be ninth-circle of hellish, before jumping in my car and driving the twenty minutes in bumper to bumper traffic to the Home Depot where I gather my supplies.
Two drain snakes, a drain guard so I *never have this problem again* and a plunger just in case the snakes need some help.
I get home and it's about... 8:30, because parking on my block was kind of bad and I had to circle a few times. Whatever.
I have a headache.
I go to the bathroom and look and see that the water HAS RISEN TWO INCHES. Fuck coma what? Being the Batman comic book reader that I am, I sit on my toilet watching my tub for thirty minutes before I see that it's LEAKING water and black crap.
You know, I really like to think of myself as a pretty independent girl and fairly low maintenance. But I'm not a plumber. And my freaking land lord hasn't called me back yet. And I smell. And I'm so worked up over the not smelling and the fact that my bathtub is filling up with dirty gross water that I have a monster of all headaches.
And now, I have to decide what to do about work tomorrow. I could lie and call out sick or I could tell the truth and risk them making me use precious vacation time. Either way, I can't go into work because my odor will offend people.
There is a lot of 'I's in this post. And you are free to ignore my bitching. :(
You know what? This kind of happens a lot to me. I have really long, thick hair - lots of it. I'm a good chunk Italian and I shed quite a bit. Plus I have a long haired 16 pound cat, who, and I'm not proud to admit this, will jump in the shower *with* me. While the water is running. He sheds *a lot* too. So, drain-snakes are no stranger to that which is Samantha and Dexter (the cat).
So, two days prior to (yes - that's when I last showered. So sue me, I skipped a day) I didn't notice anything wrong. I don't remember the water draining any slower than usual and I certainly don't remember black crap/particles everywhere.
This morning when I woke up to get a shower before work I notice that there was a good 4 inches of water in the tub along with BLACK CRAP/PARTICLES? What? I don't even... ew.
Whatever. I'm an independent girl and I've never been afraid of a little black particle crap, drain snake and what will probably be a giant hairball that I pull out of my drain. So I go to work smelly, and think that i'll get supplies when I get home from work and then take the best hot shower of my life.
So I head home and realize that I haven't been to the comic book store in ages. And, I knew this and I knew that they had already charged me for last months comics, so I thought I'd pick them up. It's about 5:30 then, and the bus from the comic shop to my home was running late, so I didn't make it to my street (where the Ace Hardware is) until about 6:05.
Wouldn't you know! The store closes at 6:00pm on Tuesdays. Isn't that adorable?
Whatever, so I go home and eat a really quick dinner, call my landlord to leave a message letting her know the situation. Business hours are 9-5 Monday through Friday, but she promises that she frequently checks her messages. I wait a little bit, for traffic to maybe not be ninth-circle of hellish, before jumping in my car and driving the twenty minutes in bumper to bumper traffic to the Home Depot where I gather my supplies.
Two drain snakes, a drain guard so I *never have this problem again* and a plunger just in case the snakes need some help.
I get home and it's about... 8:30, because parking on my block was kind of bad and I had to circle a few times. Whatever.
I have a headache.
I go to the bathroom and look and see that the water HAS RISEN TWO INCHES. Fuck coma what? Being the Batman comic book reader that I am, I sit on my toilet watching my tub for thirty minutes before I see that it's LEAKING water and black crap.
You know, I really like to think of myself as a pretty independent girl and fairly low maintenance. But I'm not a plumber. And my freaking land lord hasn't called me back yet. And I smell. And I'm so worked up over the not smelling and the fact that my bathtub is filling up with dirty gross water that I have a monster of all headaches.
And now, I have to decide what to do about work tomorrow. I could lie and call out sick or I could tell the truth and risk them making me use precious vacation time. Either way, I can't go into work because my odor will offend people.
There is a lot of 'I's in this post. And you are free to ignore my bitching. :(