seriously.
it is 1:20 on friday. i took today off because i needed to tie up some loose ends. i had no idea my day would turn out like it has. please, dear Internet, humor me with sympathy.
7:40 a.m., wake up. then realize that i can sleep in today if i want. fall back asleep.
8:30 a.m., wake up with list of things to get done running through my head. figure i might as well get started.
9:15 a.m., 4-mile run on very hilly course. the first hill exhausts me. there were 6 more.
10:00 a.m., after the run and the cool-down walk, i enter my apartment to find that i have to electricity. no Internet. no air conditioning. no lights. no cold refrigerator. nothing.
10:05 a.m., as i look to my cell phone ( i don't have a land line) to call my apartment office to figure what in the heck is up, i realize that it has died. my cell phone. completely dead. this is when i began to freak out a bit.
10:15 a.m., after the apartment office manager told me to call the electric company on my own to let them know of the outage, i jump in my car to head to Tmobile. halfway there i realize that my car is running on fumes.
10:30 a.m.., arrive at Tmobile location, wait for 20 minutes to find out i need to go to another location.
10:50 a.m., fill my tank at quick trip. go inside to pay and avoid near death by a white civic that wasn't watching where it was going.
11:00 a.m., the correct Tmobile location gives me a loaner phone. and though my hot pink dead phone was still under warranty, i reluctantly agree to pay the $15 shipping to get a new one.
11:30 a.m., stop at target to get things like a file cabinet and a new top (what? i was stressed and needed some clothing therapy.)
12 noon, back at the apartment that has full power (yay) i think "okay, i'll take a shower and nothing else will go wrong today."
12:45 p.m., i have to pee, so i do. and when i flush, the toilet clogs and overflows leaving 3 inches of water on the bathroom floor.
12:46 p.m., call apartment manager that was rude to me earlier. maintenance is sent up.
12:50 p.m., maintenance arrives, says they don't have a wet/dry vac and that i should use my own towels to clean up the water. (the pee water, mind you.)
1:15 p.m., still waiting for maintenance to arrive with the "snake" to get to the bottom of the most easily clogged toilet ever.
1:18 p.m, they are snaking my toilet. i hear things like "holly!" "what, it's stuck." and "OH!"
maybe i should just go back to bed.
7:40 a.m., wake up. then realize that i can sleep in today if i want. fall back asleep.
8:30 a.m., wake up with list of things to get done running through my head. figure i might as well get started.
9:15 a.m., 4-mile run on very hilly course. the first hill exhausts me. there were 6 more.
10:00 a.m., after the run and the cool-down walk, i enter my apartment to find that i have to electricity. no Internet. no air conditioning. no lights. no cold refrigerator. nothing.
10:05 a.m., as i look to my cell phone ( i don't have a land line) to call my apartment office to figure what in the heck is up, i realize that it has died. my cell phone. completely dead. this is when i began to freak out a bit.
10:15 a.m., after the apartment office manager told me to call the electric company on my own to let them know of the outage, i jump in my car to head to Tmobile. halfway there i realize that my car is running on fumes.
10:30 a.m.., arrive at Tmobile location, wait for 20 minutes to find out i need to go to another location.
10:50 a.m., fill my tank at quick trip. go inside to pay and avoid near death by a white civic that wasn't watching where it was going.
11:00 a.m., the correct Tmobile location gives me a loaner phone. and though my hot pink dead phone was still under warranty, i reluctantly agree to pay the $15 shipping to get a new one.
11:30 a.m., stop at target to get things like a file cabinet and a new top (what? i was stressed and needed some clothing therapy.)
12 noon, back at the apartment that has full power (yay) i think "okay, i'll take a shower and nothing else will go wrong today."
12:45 p.m., i have to pee, so i do. and when i flush, the toilet clogs and overflows leaving 3 inches of water on the bathroom floor.
12:46 p.m., call apartment manager that was rude to me earlier. maintenance is sent up.
12:50 p.m., maintenance arrives, says they don't have a wet/dry vac and that i should use my own towels to clean up the water. (the pee water, mind you.)
1:15 p.m., still waiting for maintenance to arrive with the "snake" to get to the bottom of the most easily clogged toilet ever.
1:18 p.m, they are snaking my toilet. i hear things like "holly!" "what, it's stuck." and "OH!"
maybe i should just go back to bed.
posted by Pensive Girl @ 1:08 PM
2 Comments:
At 1:46 PM,
Anonymous said…
I like the blatant metaphor in the toilet overflowing, too. It practically writes itself!
The advantage of experiencing so much nonsense in so short a time is that your weekend should be nothing but sunshine, rainbows and unicorns.
My advice: clean the floor, throw the towels in the wash, then leave that apartment and do something fun for at least four hours.
At 1:03 AM,
Anonymous said…
did you ever get your tattoo?
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