I just need to rant.
Like the title says, I just need to rant. You'll probably think this is funny, but I wasn't very happy about it at all.
My cunning plan was to stay home and do housework, A&S stuff, sewing, or whatever I felt like. I got up around 9:00 am and made coffee. Caramel chocolate brownie. Yummy. That was a good start. Nothing beats a great cup of coffee. That was the highlight of my day. Everything went downhill from there.
I usually have a lot of dishes to do because I cook so much and there is no dishwasher (until tomorrow). I ran a little water and discovered that my sink was backing up a little. I got my plunger and spent about a hour on and off trying to at least get the water to drain. That didn't work so I got out the lye, hoping it would burn out whatever was in the pipes. I put about a teaspoon down each sink twice, about an hour apart to no avail. Not only can I not wash the dishes, but I can't even use my drain because of smelly, standing water in my sink. Yuck. After about two hours the water drains out. At this point I left a not so urgent message for my landlord that my sink is backing up and he will need to call a plumber.
A little later, around 3:30 I'm in the spare room doing some work for college on my computer, and I suddenly hear running water. Not having any faucets on, this concerned me. Alot. I went into the kitchen and both sinks are full of stinky, smelly water that is now running onto my kitchen tile and my rug. I grab the phone and call my landlord and told him what was happening. He told me to go upstairs to the apartment above mine and tell them not to use the drain in the kitchen because it's causing problems in my apartment. I go up there are they are washing one head of lettuce. ONE! Just HOW much water do you need for that? 20 gallons? So I go back to my apartment, bail out my sink (which I've already done once earlier). I take my rug outside to dry and throw it on top of my truck so it isn't just sitting around in the parking lot. I cleaned up the water on my floor. This gets better.
There is a family living upstairs who have two children, about 10 and 12. They go outside to play while I'm bailing out my sink. Then I took the rug out. And they want to come see the water on the floor and in my sink. I asked why because it is just a sink full of nasty water that won't drain and a wet floor. They persist, which only makes me less happy. So I acquiesce, just to get them to leave me alone, which was what I wanted in the first place. A day by myself. So the boy comes in and says "My daddy can fix that with a bent clothes hanger." I said no. This needs a plumber. He was persistent in insisting this. After about 5 minutes of this, and a couple minutes of him staring at the pipes under my sink like he knows what he doing, I tell them I can't wash any dishes because the pipes won't drain. His little sister suggests that I wash dishes in my bathtub. She has no idea just how close I was to completely losing it at this point and I told them to get out of my apartment because I have better things to do. Those kids are nosey and mannerless with no sense of anyone else's privacy.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.
My cunning plan was to stay home and do housework, A&S stuff, sewing, or whatever I felt like. I got up around 9:00 am and made coffee. Caramel chocolate brownie. Yummy. That was a good start. Nothing beats a great cup of coffee. That was the highlight of my day. Everything went downhill from there.
I usually have a lot of dishes to do because I cook so much and there is no dishwasher (until tomorrow). I ran a little water and discovered that my sink was backing up a little. I got my plunger and spent about a hour on and off trying to at least get the water to drain. That didn't work so I got out the lye, hoping it would burn out whatever was in the pipes. I put about a teaspoon down each sink twice, about an hour apart to no avail. Not only can I not wash the dishes, but I can't even use my drain because of smelly, standing water in my sink. Yuck. After about two hours the water drains out. At this point I left a not so urgent message for my landlord that my sink is backing up and he will need to call a plumber.
A little later, around 3:30 I'm in the spare room doing some work for college on my computer, and I suddenly hear running water. Not having any faucets on, this concerned me. Alot. I went into the kitchen and both sinks are full of stinky, smelly water that is now running onto my kitchen tile and my rug. I grab the phone and call my landlord and told him what was happening. He told me to go upstairs to the apartment above mine and tell them not to use the drain in the kitchen because it's causing problems in my apartment. I go up there are they are washing one head of lettuce. ONE! Just HOW much water do you need for that? 20 gallons? So I go back to my apartment, bail out my sink (which I've already done once earlier). I take my rug outside to dry and throw it on top of my truck so it isn't just sitting around in the parking lot. I cleaned up the water on my floor. This gets better.
There is a family living upstairs who have two children, about 10 and 12. They go outside to play while I'm bailing out my sink. Then I took the rug out. And they want to come see the water on the floor and in my sink. I asked why because it is just a sink full of nasty water that won't drain and a wet floor. They persist, which only makes me less happy. So I acquiesce, just to get them to leave me alone, which was what I wanted in the first place. A day by myself. So the boy comes in and says "My daddy can fix that with a bent clothes hanger." I said no. This needs a plumber. He was persistent in insisting this. After about 5 minutes of this, and a couple minutes of him staring at the pipes under my sink like he knows what he doing, I tell them I can't wash any dishes because the pipes won't drain. His little sister suggests that I wash dishes in my bathtub. She has no idea just how close I was to completely losing it at this point and I told them to get out of my apartment because I have better things to do. Those kids are nosey and mannerless with no sense of anyone else's privacy.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.
posted by Constanza at 4:16 PM
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