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Jul. 23rd, 2003 08:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annissamazingWhere to begin...Last Friday, I think.
Friday was Justin's 28th birthday. So we both took the day off. He slept way in because he didn't actually come to bed until 5:30 am. But that's OK. It's his birthday and should be allowed to do that. When he got up we kind of lazed around the house for a couple hours then headed down to North Canton to go to Red Robin for dinner.
After dinner we came home and lazed around a bit longer before getting ready to go to Cleveland to see The Lion King. It was amazing. We both had a really great time.
Saturday and Sunday passed peacefully enough. I did all the laundry and scrubbed the bathroom. No big deal.
On Monday night Justin called and said he would be home late, around 10 or so, because his boss had brought in a ton of work and then left him there to do it alone. So I settled myself in, ate some dinner, and turned on a crappy movie. I was contemplating going to bed early. It was a nice feeling. I got up to shut the drapes. When I got there my socks were suddenly soaked. I look down and water is covering my feet. I turn around and there's water pouring out of my kitchen. I go towards it and I'm leaving footprints in the carpet where it's been saturated. There was 3-4 inches of water around the perimeter of my apartment. I called the emergency maintenance number for my apartment complex, but it was busy. That's when I started hearing the yelling in the hall. I went out there and all of my neighbors' apartments were also flooding. I kept trying to call the maintenance line, but neither I, nor my neighbors, could get through. I called Justin, but didn't get an answer. I didn't even think about it when I hit redial to try the maintenance line again. Someone picked up and I started yelling about the flooding and asking if they were going to do anything about it. Finally the voice on the other end says, "Are you trying to call Goodyear?" Aw crap. I'd called Justin's work. "No," I said. "Sorry." and I hung up. About three minutes later Justin called and asked if everything was OK. I told him I was standing ankle-deep in water in our apartment. So he came home. He almost didn't make it. The police were closing down all the roads that lead to our place and he just barely made it through. He got home and took a quick lap around the apartment and then asked me where the lease renewal paperwork was. I got it for him and he threw it into the water, jumped on it a couple times, shook it out, wrote "NOT ON YOUR LIFE," on it, folded it and stuffed it into the rental payment box. I wonder if that counts as written notice of not renewing our lease. Somebody called a maintenance man from the complex next to ours. I'm not sure how the conversation started, but when I went back out into the hallway he was being a real bitch to one of the people whos apartment had flooded. She's saying, "You don't need to be so rude," and he's saying, "Well, I don't even work here. I work at the high rise." Justin comes out and yells up at him, "I wish I lived at a high rise instead of a stinking swamp! Are you going to do anything to help?" The guy says he won't so Justin just says, "Then I have no use for you. Get out." The carpet cleaning guys come by about 10:30 and start vacuuming the water out of the place. It was just a quick and dirty run through. I still had to mop and Justin spent another hour running our carpet shampooer over it and got out an additional 20 or so gallons of water. They came back the yesterday and ran over it again. This time they pulled up the carpet and ripped the padding out from under it. It's still wet so we put some fans on it. We ran over to the place we used to live and put a deposit down on a two-bedroom apartment there. I might ask them if we could possibly move in sooner. I'm tired of everything being damp.
Justin and I took a walk around our neighborhood yesterday. There were a couple or three buildings near us that were halfway underwater. Everyone who lived there was being evacuated. They were pulling people out by boat. I walked further to the lake and it had risen into another complex's parking lot. Most of the people had moved their cars to higher ground, except one. There was an old Mercury sitting window-high under water. It's strange to see. I grew up in a very arid region of Washington state. I've never actually seen a flood before. It was very sobering. I felt so bad for the people who were affected by it, but I felt better about my own situation. It could have been so much worse.
The carpet cleaners should be back today to run over it again. When the carpet has dried out, they'll replace the padding. In the meantime our apartment smells like a combination of mold, slime, and cat pee. I'm so pissed.
This morning at about 4:30 I heard this loud ratcheting noise coming from the air conditioner. We didn't really need it to be cooler in the apartment, but running it works as a dehumidifier and helps dry the place out. I tried to ignore it, but it started up again a few minutes later and didn't stop. So I went out to the living room to turn it off and there were sparks jumping out of the thermostat. I grabbed my wallet and started hitting at the off switch. When I got it off we called the emergency maintenance line (you'd think we would've learned by now, huh?). They didn't do anything. They had someone call us and tell us to turn off the airconditioner (well, duh! We turned it off at the breaker) and they would be there when they open. Those sonsabitches. I need someone out there now to at least calm my mind that there won't be a fire.
I'm at work today, but so far I've not been very productive. I'm just so upset and everyone here just keeps telling me how sorry they are about my apartment. I know they're being nice, but I wish they would stop. I don't really want to talk about it all day. The only funny line came from my boss who just said, "Good morning, Noah." I think I might go out at lunch and get some of those break 'n' bake nestle tollhouse cookies and bake them here. I could really go for some warm, gooey cookies.
Ah, Kevin just came by and offered me use of his hip-waders. Whatta guy.
Friday was Justin's 28th birthday. So we both took the day off. He slept way in because he didn't actually come to bed until 5:30 am. But that's OK. It's his birthday and should be allowed to do that. When he got up we kind of lazed around the house for a couple hours then headed down to North Canton to go to Red Robin for dinner.
After dinner we came home and lazed around a bit longer before getting ready to go to Cleveland to see The Lion King. It was amazing. We both had a really great time.
Saturday and Sunday passed peacefully enough. I did all the laundry and scrubbed the bathroom. No big deal.
On Monday night Justin called and said he would be home late, around 10 or so, because his boss had brought in a ton of work and then left him there to do it alone. So I settled myself in, ate some dinner, and turned on a crappy movie. I was contemplating going to bed early. It was a nice feeling. I got up to shut the drapes. When I got there my socks were suddenly soaked. I look down and water is covering my feet. I turn around and there's water pouring out of my kitchen. I go towards it and I'm leaving footprints in the carpet where it's been saturated. There was 3-4 inches of water around the perimeter of my apartment. I called the emergency maintenance number for my apartment complex, but it was busy. That's when I started hearing the yelling in the hall. I went out there and all of my neighbors' apartments were also flooding. I kept trying to call the maintenance line, but neither I, nor my neighbors, could get through. I called Justin, but didn't get an answer. I didn't even think about it when I hit redial to try the maintenance line again. Someone picked up and I started yelling about the flooding and asking if they were going to do anything about it. Finally the voice on the other end says, "Are you trying to call Goodyear?" Aw crap. I'd called Justin's work. "No," I said. "Sorry." and I hung up. About three minutes later Justin called and asked if everything was OK. I told him I was standing ankle-deep in water in our apartment. So he came home. He almost didn't make it. The police were closing down all the roads that lead to our place and he just barely made it through. He got home and took a quick lap around the apartment and then asked me where the lease renewal paperwork was. I got it for him and he threw it into the water, jumped on it a couple times, shook it out, wrote "NOT ON YOUR LIFE," on it, folded it and stuffed it into the rental payment box. I wonder if that counts as written notice of not renewing our lease. Somebody called a maintenance man from the complex next to ours. I'm not sure how the conversation started, but when I went back out into the hallway he was being a real bitch to one of the people whos apartment had flooded. She's saying, "You don't need to be so rude," and he's saying, "Well, I don't even work here. I work at the high rise." Justin comes out and yells up at him, "I wish I lived at a high rise instead of a stinking swamp! Are you going to do anything to help?" The guy says he won't so Justin just says, "Then I have no use for you. Get out." The carpet cleaning guys come by about 10:30 and start vacuuming the water out of the place. It was just a quick and dirty run through. I still had to mop and Justin spent another hour running our carpet shampooer over it and got out an additional 20 or so gallons of water. They came back the yesterday and ran over it again. This time they pulled up the carpet and ripped the padding out from under it. It's still wet so we put some fans on it. We ran over to the place we used to live and put a deposit down on a two-bedroom apartment there. I might ask them if we could possibly move in sooner. I'm tired of everything being damp.
Justin and I took a walk around our neighborhood yesterday. There were a couple or three buildings near us that were halfway underwater. Everyone who lived there was being evacuated. They were pulling people out by boat. I walked further to the lake and it had risen into another complex's parking lot. Most of the people had moved their cars to higher ground, except one. There was an old Mercury sitting window-high under water. It's strange to see. I grew up in a very arid region of Washington state. I've never actually seen a flood before. It was very sobering. I felt so bad for the people who were affected by it, but I felt better about my own situation. It could have been so much worse.
The carpet cleaners should be back today to run over it again. When the carpet has dried out, they'll replace the padding. In the meantime our apartment smells like a combination of mold, slime, and cat pee. I'm so pissed.
This morning at about 4:30 I heard this loud ratcheting noise coming from the air conditioner. We didn't really need it to be cooler in the apartment, but running it works as a dehumidifier and helps dry the place out. I tried to ignore it, but it started up again a few minutes later and didn't stop. So I went out to the living room to turn it off and there were sparks jumping out of the thermostat. I grabbed my wallet and started hitting at the off switch. When I got it off we called the emergency maintenance line (you'd think we would've learned by now, huh?). They didn't do anything. They had someone call us and tell us to turn off the airconditioner (well, duh! We turned it off at the breaker) and they would be there when they open. Those sonsabitches. I need someone out there now to at least calm my mind that there won't be a fire.
I'm at work today, but so far I've not been very productive. I'm just so upset and everyone here just keeps telling me how sorry they are about my apartment. I know they're being nice, but I wish they would stop. I don't really want to talk about it all day. The only funny line came from my boss who just said, "Good morning, Noah." I think I might go out at lunch and get some of those break 'n' bake nestle tollhouse cookies and bake them here. I could really go for some warm, gooey cookies.
Ah, Kevin just came by and offered me use of his hip-waders. Whatta guy.