As I walked to the kitchen to make myself coffee, I started pondering our laundry list of problems from the past few days.
To help my own wimpy memory, so I can look back on these later and laugh and laugh and laugh, here’s what’s happened. So far.
Since last Friday:
- the gas line to the BBQ was not properly shut off, so there was a gas leak on the patio (the patio adjacent to our chainsmoking neighbour, ‘natch)
- we found out our phone line was severed
- any information we have on the property management etc is out of date and thus useless (except as kindling in the case of a gas fire)
- the dishwasher started leaking, steadily, onto the kitchen floor
- our alarm system was disconnected
- we lost a phone jack, and half the wall’s wiring was left sticking out and all akimbo
- the low-battery warning on our alarm system went off at 5am. Not that I understood this, at 5am.
- the hot water system is busted and we have to get a repairman out
- the hot water system, gas-based, caused /another/ leak out onto the patio
- the person coming to pick up our boxes just, y’know, didn’t come
- our landlord asked us to let the new people move into our old apartment early, thus totally fux0ring our plans to get lingering stuff (like the fish), and donations dealt with
Is that it? I can’t be certain, because my mind is a sieve these days. I feel like hubby should pin a note to my sweater in the morning, telling me what’s happening that day, and giving an emergency contact in case I am found wandering aimlessly down an alley, muttering something about half-hot outlets and alarm overrides.
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Update: I knew I was forgetting one —
- the dishwasher (which we had them sign assuring us was in “good working order”) is broken. It doesn’t leak, it GUSHES soapy water all over the floor when you run it.