day thirty-seven: FUCK THIS WEEK WITH A CHAINSAW.
So the apartment is currently unlivable.
Dudes moved all of the furniture into my room and the kitchen. Ripped up the carpet in the living room and Ashlee's room. Pulled up the sopping wet pads, squeeged the concrete slab, vacuumed the water out of the carpet. Set up a few fans. Left.
They're coming back either tomorrow or Saturday to check the state of the carpets, reseal the concrete, fix the baseboards, and possibly lay in new carpet.
Meanwhile, Ash is at her Mum's for the night and I'm crashing on Lucas and Sarah's couch. Which means I'll get zero sleep and feel disgusting for work tomorrow but whatever.
Also means I won't be making it to Bryan and Ann's wedding Saturday, as I'll have to be available to let the crew into the apartment seeing as how our landlord is currently in Florida with the extra keys.
We had better be getting a fucking refund for part of this month's rent. And everyone cross your fingers that we can find a new/better place to live ASAP.
Basically, this Onion article is spot-on.
Dudes moved all of the furniture into my room and the kitchen. Ripped up the carpet in the living room and Ashlee's room. Pulled up the sopping wet pads, squeeged the concrete slab, vacuumed the water out of the carpet. Set up a few fans. Left.
They're coming back either tomorrow or Saturday to check the state of the carpets, reseal the concrete, fix the baseboards, and possibly lay in new carpet.
Meanwhile, Ash is at her Mum's for the night and I'm crashing on Lucas and Sarah's couch. Which means I'll get zero sleep and feel disgusting for work tomorrow but whatever.
Also means I won't be making it to Bryan and Ann's wedding Saturday, as I'll have to be available to let the crew into the apartment seeing as how our landlord is currently in Florida with the extra keys.
We had better be getting a fucking refund for part of this month's rent. And everyone cross your fingers that we can find a new/better place to live ASAP.
Basically, this Onion article is spot-on.