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Here's the deal
Nov. 10th, 2005 10:33 amOkay. So when I posted last night I was extremely distressed. I think that was obvious. Here's the story:
I came home around 6. I had a toasted subway sammich and other goodies and was looking forward to a tasty dinner and the watching of a dvd. As I walk to my apartment, I see what looks like a water stain around the front door. Did someone pee on our door? What the hell?
I open the door.
FUCK!!
There's water pouring from the ceiling in several places. But the worst are DIRECTLY above my computer and printer (and school papers and books). I freak out. I start moving things, trying to find pots and pans. Eventually I remember that most of our plastic bins are empty, so I pull those out and stick them under some leaks.
Flickr photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/93914562@N00/sets/1337900/
I have no idea what's going on. I call the emergency pager, but get no response. I knock on the door of the apartment above me, but I just hear water noises and a beeping. Somewhere I remember hearing that certain medical devices beep when the person is in danger. I freak out some more. No one seems to be coming. So I call 911 - tell them that I think there may have been a medical emergency. So a fire truck comes and finds out that no one is hurt, but that there is a bathtub running on the third floor. They shut it off.
I was crying constantly. Well, after I dealt with the intitial stuff I could do. After things were in the hands of others I just kept bawlng - to the firemen, to the lady who called the management, to my boss' voicemail, to my mother. I'm pretty decent - apparently - in an emergency, but if I don't have anything I can do, I'm going to cry my eyes out. And I hate crying in front of people. I really really hate it. But I couldn't help it. I'm blaming it on the stress of the situation.
The water had been turned off in the building most of the day. Apparently some asshat had turned on the bathtub faucets and not turned them off when they left. So it flooded. The second floor had minimal damage, but we got the brunt of it.
Right now they're trying to dry off the carpeting. They're going to have to do that and probably replace some of it, or at least the carpet pad, and then they'll patch the ceiling, and then clean the carpet and then we get to move back. The women in the office seemed optimistic about our getting back in sometime this weekend.
Right now we're in a different building in the apartment complex, essentially camping out and stealing wireless internet. We have an air mattress, so that's fortuitous. But this whole thing still sucks. There's a possibility I'll need to replace my desk, and I definately want a new chair - the puddling on it damaged the finish and maybe more. My keyboard is probably shot. I turned it upside down and water poured out of it. The printer may also be dead. It was under one of the worst leaks and was really really wet.
Miraculously the bookshelf and the books were all dry.
I haven't been back since we left at 9:30ish last night.
And no. We don't have renter's insurance. I might have some coverage through my mom, but I don't know if Daniel does. Of course, it's all my stuff that got hit.
It still sucks, but I've calmed down now. I'm leaving in about an hour - my class has a field trip down to the museum of flight. It's an adventure! Oy.
I came home around 6. I had a toasted subway sammich and other goodies and was looking forward to a tasty dinner and the watching of a dvd. As I walk to my apartment, I see what looks like a water stain around the front door. Did someone pee on our door? What the hell?
I open the door.
FUCK!!
There's water pouring from the ceiling in several places. But the worst are DIRECTLY above my computer and printer (and school papers and books). I freak out. I start moving things, trying to find pots and pans. Eventually I remember that most of our plastic bins are empty, so I pull those out and stick them under some leaks.
Flickr photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/93914562@N00/sets/1337900/
I have no idea what's going on. I call the emergency pager, but get no response. I knock on the door of the apartment above me, but I just hear water noises and a beeping. Somewhere I remember hearing that certain medical devices beep when the person is in danger. I freak out some more. No one seems to be coming. So I call 911 - tell them that I think there may have been a medical emergency. So a fire truck comes and finds out that no one is hurt, but that there is a bathtub running on the third floor. They shut it off.
I was crying constantly. Well, after I dealt with the intitial stuff I could do. After things were in the hands of others I just kept bawlng - to the firemen, to the lady who called the management, to my boss' voicemail, to my mother. I'm pretty decent - apparently - in an emergency, but if I don't have anything I can do, I'm going to cry my eyes out. And I hate crying in front of people. I really really hate it. But I couldn't help it. I'm blaming it on the stress of the situation.
The water had been turned off in the building most of the day. Apparently some asshat had turned on the bathtub faucets and not turned them off when they left. So it flooded. The second floor had minimal damage, but we got the brunt of it.
Right now they're trying to dry off the carpeting. They're going to have to do that and probably replace some of it, or at least the carpet pad, and then they'll patch the ceiling, and then clean the carpet and then we get to move back. The women in the office seemed optimistic about our getting back in sometime this weekend.
Right now we're in a different building in the apartment complex, essentially camping out and stealing wireless internet. We have an air mattress, so that's fortuitous. But this whole thing still sucks. There's a possibility I'll need to replace my desk, and I definately want a new chair - the puddling on it damaged the finish and maybe more. My keyboard is probably shot. I turned it upside down and water poured out of it. The printer may also be dead. It was under one of the worst leaks and was really really wet.
Miraculously the bookshelf and the books were all dry.
I haven't been back since we left at 9:30ish last night.
And no. We don't have renter's insurance. I might have some coverage through my mom, but I don't know if Daniel does. Of course, it's all my stuff that got hit.
It still sucks, but I've calmed down now. I'm leaving in about an hour - my class has a field trip down to the museum of flight. It's an adventure! Oy.
