NOT how I planned my evening
Sep. 16th, 2010 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieNow I've addressed the immediate problem, I can tell you all about it. I'm sitting here, surrounded by buckets and bowls and an esky, all happily collecting the water that is dripping from our living room ceiling in about six places.
Whee.
I've called our building manager, she's got someone (possibly) coming tonight who will sweep the excess water that's built up on the roof above our living room which will address the immediate problem, I've moved furniture out of harm's way, I've dried off what did get wet and I've mopped the floor. Because of course, this would happen on the night that the roomie is out with his work folks. :P
However, before I start cursing Murphy, I will acknowledge I have been fortunate. My laptop was sitting on the coffee table, closed, and was directly under one of the drips. Yet somehow it's emerged unscathed (probably because it was closed). Which is a relief, I can tell you, since there's no way in hell I can afford a replacement atm and I have no idea if we have any kind of insurance.
The cats are completely weirded out. They're being good and not going near the drip collectors, and when I got home and found the floor awash, they were hiding in my room with very clear "we didn't do it!" looks on their faces.
Aaannd I've just been told to poke holes in the ceiling where the plaster is bulging to try and drain the water that's collected. Bonus. I can add "ceiling milker" to my resume.
All in all, not the evening I was planning for tonight. I was going to possibly wander downstairs to 17 Steps with the laptop, do some writing, eat something nice for dinner since it's payday, maybe have a Cracked Canoe. Instead, I'm babysitting a bunch of buckets and mopping up the water draining out of half of the couch.
Pray it doesn't rain any more in Toronto tonight, okay?
Edit: And the guy can't come until tomorrow. Bah. At least my poking holes helped drain most of it?
Whee.
I've called our building manager, she's got someone (possibly) coming tonight who will sweep the excess water that's built up on the roof above our living room which will address the immediate problem, I've moved furniture out of harm's way, I've dried off what did get wet and I've mopped the floor. Because of course, this would happen on the night that the roomie is out with his work folks. :P
However, before I start cursing Murphy, I will acknowledge I have been fortunate. My laptop was sitting on the coffee table, closed, and was directly under one of the drips. Yet somehow it's emerged unscathed (probably because it was closed). Which is a relief, I can tell you, since there's no way in hell I can afford a replacement atm and I have no idea if we have any kind of insurance.
The cats are completely weirded out. They're being good and not going near the drip collectors, and when I got home and found the floor awash, they were hiding in my room with very clear "we didn't do it!" looks on their faces.
Aaannd I've just been told to poke holes in the ceiling where the plaster is bulging to try and drain the water that's collected. Bonus. I can add "ceiling milker" to my resume.
All in all, not the evening I was planning for tonight. I was going to possibly wander downstairs to 17 Steps with the laptop, do some writing, eat something nice for dinner since it's payday, maybe have a Cracked Canoe. Instead, I'm babysitting a bunch of buckets and mopping up the water draining out of half of the couch.
Pray it doesn't rain any more in Toronto tonight, okay?
Edit: And the guy can't come until tomorrow. Bah. At least my poking holes helped drain most of it?
