when it comes to pipes...

...boys usually know what they are talking about.

i was telling a friend of mine about my latest apartment woes (i could write a book at this point)... in summary, my bathtub was running water at a pretty steady pace even though the knob was off. it started last friday. i'm on day 5 of a 12 day work streak, and my super doesn't work on the weekends, so there hasn't been any time for me really to do anything about it. tuesday morning i tried, but my super was busy elsewhere. today was the next chance i got. what i'm trying to say is, i've been listening to running water for a week straight now. it was driving me insane.

i was telling a friend of mine about this the other day and he asked me why i didn't just shut off the supply line. i told him that i would do that, but i only knew where the knob for the toilet was. he told me that it's the same one. he sounded very confident. so i went to the bathroom and checked out the toilet supply line. it looked like it just went straight to the toilet, so i searched for another one...the one by the sink maybe. i located that in the cabinet, but when i turned the knob, nothing happened. i sighed and gave up.

so what happens today when my super walks into my bathroom? he reaches down by the toilet and turns the knob...the running water immediately stops. i could've saved myself some sanity if i had tried turning the damn thing instead of just looking at it lead into the toilet. ok, i learned my lesson. can things stop breaking in my apartment now?

also, now that the water is gone....i kind of miss it.

Dark Water Update; A Convo with my Super

First of all, thanks to a conversation with Becca, I'm now convinced a ghost is living in my ceiling hole.

Today I got home from work and thankfully there didn't seem to be too much leakage. Though my pot placement seemed to be about half an inch off, my mastery with a plastic sheet proved itself. I went to pee, and around the same time, my ceiling decided to also. I made sure all the water was being caught and everything properly protected and called my super.

let me just preface this by saying my super is a very nice man and in my experience with him has always been very helpful.

Sara: Hi Humbert*. It's Sara in Apt. X**
Humbert: Hi.
S: Umm, I was told to call you to make an appointment about repairing the hole in my ceiling
H: Yes?
S: So when are you available?
H: Umm..well...lemme think...uh...well, I think the earliest is Wednesday.
S: My concern is that it's started leaking, so I don't want my place to get covered in water.
H: Oh, it's started leaking?
S: Yes, it leaked a little on Saturday and a lot came out yesterday.
H: Umm, when are you home?
S: I'm working all week, so I won't be home until at least 7 every day. I'm here all weekend though.
H: Well, we get off at 5, and the weekend's are my days off.
S: (shocked silence) Okay, well there's a lot of water coming into my living room. Would it be possible for me to leave it open for you to come and fix while I'm gone?
H: I'd need to check upstairs and see where the leak is coming from. (discussion about where the hole is located). So I guess I could look upstairs on Wednesday and come see you on Wednesday.
S: Okay...
H: Okay. Bye.

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WTF?? oh, i'm sorry you have a GIANT FUCKING HOLE in your ceiling and a copious amount of UNIDENTIFIED LIQUID is spilling out onto your tv room, the room you value most, right over your lifelong collection of dvd's and books, the tv and dvr and playstation you cherish so, but i stamp my timecard at 5 pm SHARP, and i don't work on the weekends, even though my schedule is as UNREASONABLE as a bank's.

ugh.

also, does this mean i should or should not make the apartment easily accessible for him? i feel like it was unclear.

*name changed for absolutely no reason **apartment changed because i don't want any more stalkers.