In college, there was apparently a leaky seal around the bottom of my toilet which caused water to go spilling down the wall, and eventually resulting in mushrooms being discovered behind the couch of the person 2 floors down. Not my fault.
In the Amador Valley apartment I lived in with Lisa and Lyndy, one of the pipes over the bathroom burst and started leaking water all down the side wall and into the light fixture in the kitchen. The landlord cut a hole in the ceiling during the hottest time of the year, and left it there for a month. Not my fault.
Today, the management company pounded on the door at 8:30am to inform Lisa that there was a leak in the wall behind my bathroom counter, and they needed to come in and do some massive repairs. I unfortunately, was not home, and wouldn't be home until at least 10:30, since I crashed at a friend's house and had an appointment in Walnut Creek at 9:30. This left Lisa the crappy task of moving all the stuff on my counters to the floor of my bedroom so that the maintenance guys could come in. By the time I got home, this is what my bathroom looked like:
Needless to say, this is not how Lisa (or I) envisioned spending our Saturday. I am now just waiting for these men to leave. They told me I cannot use my sinks for at least 48 hours (which is how long the stupid fans have to fun for...continuously), and they actually will have to pull the counter out because the sheetrock is wet.
This is giving me a headache, but the telemarketer who just called told me that she hopes it goes away in the name of Jesus. Yeah, me too.
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