I was late for work today because I couldn't shower. Our building was having plumbing problems. Again. Water/sewage came up from under the toilet and up the drain in the tub. It gurgled and bubbled all morning. Pretty gross stuff.

It's the second time this has happened, too. The last time, I felt really self conscious and washed my hair (and the rest of me) using the kitchen sink before anyone came to fix things. Today, we had last night's dirty dishes in the sink. Plus, more of the maintenance guys came and with more frequency than last time, so being naked in the kitchen might have been a little..."Inconvenient." They ended up turning the water off to the whole building anyway, because apparently when other people used their water it made my bathroom a bigger mess. The guys were all really nice though. And they cleaned my bathroom when everything was fixed. (So, except for missing a half a day of work, I came out sort of ahead.) One of them told me that we didn't have it nearly as bad as the people next door, whose apartment is right next to where there's a problem with the line.

I let, I think, six different men into my apartment today while I sat on the couch in my pajamas. Not my general practice.

It makes life seem so much better, in general, to go a day without running water. At least, when it seems like everything sucks, I can wash my hands.

Labels: apartment.

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