What a wonderful December 7 it has been...NOT! Work at 4:30 am, craziness at school, swim lesson at 4 pm, text on my phone at 4:25 from Hubby Dearest saying, "I need to talk to you now." He did not need to talk to me about spending or not spending money. He asked if I had been home at all today, which the answer was no. He proceeded to tell me that the kitchen sink was clogged and water was coming out of the sink, onto the counter, then dripping onto the floor. SUPER! Since we live in a shitty apartment, we have to fill out a work order before any repairs or whatever can be done. Collin was having some trouble with the online form, so I went by the office on my way home at 4:45 to fill it out. I get to my oh so lovely apartment, and indeed the kitchen sink is full of dirty, nasty, brown, smelly water. Collin said it had actually gone down since he first got home. YUCK! So at 5:15ish the maintenance man gets here. He's such a nice guy and I could tell he was having a pretty bad day, so I felt bad for him, but I was still pissed at the situation. I went to get dinner at Chick-fil-a, did some stuff on the computer, etc and the maintenance man was still here. He finally left around 7:00ish. It is now 8:34 and I am just sitting down after cleaning the kitchen. EVERYTHING under the sink was wet and/or ruined. The kitchen mat looks, feels, and smells like it has been in a pond. The counter is now more slanted and bowing than it was before, so now my toaster oven does not sit evenly in the corner of the counter which is messing up my counter space setup. I had to mop up the water still on the counters and floor with two towels, then get on my hands and knees and disinfect with Clorox wipes since we don't have a mop. Doesn't all of this sound like so much fun??? I am grateful that someone was able to come out and fix it for free, but I don't think it would have happened in the first place if we lived in a halfway decent apartment or house. That is now my big time priority-finding a way to make enough money to finally buy a house. I wanted that before, but now I am desperate. I can't take the overflowing sink from a clog upstairs, the flooded floor from the busted water heater next door, and the rap concerts that go on during all hours above us for much longer. AHH the joys of being an adult....
