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Starting this one with another quote from my wonderful co-workers:
"When it comes to poo, I'm very anal."
--Rose
I get a call from Michael tonight while I'm at work, he wants to let me know that Dacia's (the downstairs neighbor) apartment is flooding. Now, I've been at work all day, and Justin was in Belle Plaine, so I'm a little concerned. Their apartment has flooded before when our toilet overflows, or the shower is running, but since no one's home to use the facilities, water is apparently flowing of its own accord.
So I leave work and go home, and find brown water that's leaked into the hallway from the bathroom. I turn on the bathroom light, and find more of the brown water, plus black chunks of unidentifiable material standing on the bathroom floor, as well as in the bathtub, but predominately in the toilet. The toilet water is full of black water, the toilet seat is stained with brown water and covered in black chunks.
Given this evidence, I can assume that water, and presumably sewage, has issued forth from the toilet and the tub to curse my apartment. I'm surprised by lack of smell, but peeking my head into the bathroom treats me to the distinct smell of poo. So I call the landlord, no answer. I call the emergency maintence number, no answer, I leave a message. Thirty minutes later I get a call back from the maintenence guy, and we have the following conversation:
Him: Yeah, I was upstairs today doing some work on the sink, so a pipe fitting must be loose and it's leaking through the ceiling.
Me: Well, the water is brown, and there's black chunks everywhere. There's also stains in the tub and toilet.
Him: Yeah, the water looks like that because it came through the drywall.
Me: I don't think you understand, this water didn't come through the ceiling, it came out of the toilet and tub.
Him: Yeah...
Me: So I'm wondering what to do with this sewage...
Him: Yeah, well I don't have anyone I can send out tonight, so I'll have someone out tomorrow morning.
Me: So you want me to leave this sewage all over the bathroom and hallway leading into my kitchen for the next sixteen hours?
Him: Yeah, like I said I don't have anyone to send out tonight.
*long pause*
Me: So, your recommendation is to leave this sewage standing until you can send someone out tomorrow.
*longer pause*
Him: *extremely huffy* Well I guess I can come out with a mop myself...
Me: Look, I don't want to be an asshole, I just don't think it's a good idea to have sewage all over my apartment all night.
Him: I'll be right out. *click*
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I hate to be the demanding late-night-asshole but sweet Jesus, if I'm getting paid to not make poo explode all over someone's bathroom, and I do make poo explode all over someone's bathroom, I like to think I'm not going to sass them about taking care of it.
Of note: I told the landlord today that I'm moving in August. Fuck this place.
Posted at: 22:00
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