First the upper unit in my building almost caught on fire, causing the hydro to be out for two weeks (it still is by the way. It’s been a massive pain in the ass getting it back on..) Now it’s water damage to my apartment.
Seems I celebrated too soon about the fire not touching my apartment, because now the carpet in my apartment is ruined, so is my bed (thrown out), and my clothes dresser (also now thrown out), and now I don’t *actually* have a place to live, by which I mean I don’t have my own place in which to sleep. (Nor do I have a bed in which to sleep it seems.)
All of my things have now been moved upstairs into my Dad’s apartment so my Dad and his friend could start work on ripping out the carpet in my apartment. Luckily my computer and photographs made it through this ordeal as well.
All of this because someone forgot to turn off a leaky valve on the toilet in my Dad’s bathroom..
I’ve been staying at Jens house since last Monday night (except for Friday, where I stayed at a hotel for one night before my Dad realized it was too expensive.) Amazingly her family hasn’t thrown me out yet. Though I’m pretty sure they aren’t too happy about me eating their food and what not.
This has been a ridiculous 2 weeks and it’s all because of a fire in the upstairs apartment caused by a candle. A fucking candle. [Details]
(And now the tenant is asking for his July rent cheque back. I can’t see that happening.)