For some reason I was in a bad mood all week. I'm not one of those people who's obsessed with horoscopes, but there is a slot on My Yahoo! page that gives me the daily rundown. Sometimes I read it in the morning, other times I read it at the end of the day. Oddly enough, each day seemed right on and it was creeping me out. It basically kept saying I was on the brink of blowing up--that I was in a pissed off mood and everyone should just keep their distance. Every day that week I almost walked into my boss' office and said, "I quit." I really wanted to--I've been daydreaming about it all year. I was so cranky I almost got into a huge fight with a coworker I normally get along with, but luckily it didn't go further than a few frustrated comments and tense moments.
As much as I love what I do, I can't stand the environment. This seems to be a trend with me. I'm one of those people who will always get the job done, but I hate being bothered with stupid details, pointless meetings or doing someone else's job. Sadly, that seems to be what the real world is all about and I'm finding it harder and harder to deal with this reality.
So after a week of being angry me, I really wanted to just sit back, relax and enjoy a great summer day, which did happen. I went to sleep that Saturday night completely content and able to push away the stresses that have been plaguing me for a while. It only lasted a few hours.
At 7:30 Sunday morning I heard water falling in my sleep. I inwardly groaned and thought that it couldn't be raining again, not after such a beautiful Saturday. I opened my eyes and saw the sunlight coming through my curtains, but where was the rain coming from? It dawned on me that it was coming from inside my home. I jumped out of bed and checked the bathroom. Water was falling from above. I ran to the kitchen and saw a small pond forming on my floor. I grabbed my robe and ran upstairs, praying my neighbors were home. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard someone on the other side stumble to the door. The hose that connected their toilet to the wall had burst and we couldn't shut the water off. Of course neither of us knew where the main water lines were so we had to wake the neighbors up. Luckily one woke up and was able to shut off the water.
I ran back downstairs and grabbed a bunch of bowls to catch all the leaks in the kitchen. Since I had no paper towels or rags, I had to grab all my bath towels and throw them down in order to save my hardwood floors. I furiously tried to dry the floor while emptying the bowls that were rapidly filling up. When I was sure that the floor was as dry as possible, I sat in my dining area and just waited for the water to stop falling.
The water damage may not look that bad here, but you should have seen the amount of water falling from the ceiling. The light fixture was full of water and when I opened the microwave, water came falling out.
My attempt at drying the floor. See how yellow the water in the bowl is on top of the counter? No, it's not urine, but it's still gross.
Luckily, my microwave still works.As I sat there watching the water fall from my microwave into that little bowl sitting on the stove, I felt like crying, but instead called my mom and woke her up at 4:30 a.m. PT. I really needed to vent about this, especially since this was the third time something like this has happened.
Just some of the water damage in the bathroom. Everything else was covered in water--the toilet, the sink, the entire floor and my rugs.
The water damage above my front door. Since the wood warped by the door, it gets stuck in two spots when I open it. Granted, the first spot was already there before, but the second one was caused by the leak.I spent the rest of the day at the laundromat washing all the dirty towels and disinfecting my kitchen and bathroom. By the end of the day I was completely exhausted and sadly, all my efforts to dry the floor did not keep them from warping.
Oh, and to top off the day, when I got home from the laundromat our fire alarm decided to go off. Within minutes we had the fire department at our front door. There was no fire, but they think the flooding that morning might have messed with the system. Nice.
Now, the question is, who's responsible for fixing the water damage and replacing the warped floorboards? Apparently, the issue is very confusing and the answers are split. After talking to my insurance company they said I could try to work something out with my neighbor but if that didn't work I could file a claim with them. So of course this whole thing has had my stomach in knots all week. I talked to my neighbor and she said she'd talk to her insurance company and that we'd try to figure this out together. I'm so defeated I don't think I care either way.
I know things could have totally been worse, like both of us being out of town and my entire home being drenched in gross yellow water. I get that, but I was still really annoyed. Now that a week has gone by, I don't really care at this point. If she wants to help with the expenses fine. If not, fine. After doing some research, I think the repairs might actually cost less than my deductible anyway.
I'm sure this story was a little boring to some of you, but if you were able to hang in there, thanks for reading. I guess I still needed to vent a little more.
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