Can You Just Fix Everything This Time?

This morning I went to the fridge and... my milk was not as cold as usual. Then, I checked the freezer and my breakfast sandwiches were getting soft! Alas, the motor wasn't running.


And then... 


fridge puddle and Ian's fluffy head in my shot.

So, that ordeal took up the entire day. Maintenance was prompt and relatively timely (is two+ hours timely for a fridge fix?). Also, how great is it that instead of breaking down when we had no food (yesterday), it decided to crap out today after we went to the grocery yesterday evening. 

Oh... apartment living... so so wonderful. 

Sendin' Out An SOS

So, this morning at approximately 9:55 a.m. I reached for the bathroom door handle, heard a small snap and discovered that the door knob was broken and I was locked in my own bathroom.  I never imagined such a thing was possible. I would have never imagined being stuck in a room in my own home. 


For about twenty minutes I raided my bathroom vanity in a vain attempt to find something that would help me pick the lock of my lavatory prison. I tried to remain cool and collected as I attempted to extricate myself from the bathroom by saying things like, "I'm not locked in the bathroom, it's just a little stuck.  Who gets locked in the bathroom?  I can do this!  I'm a crafty and intelligent woman, surely I can open this door!" 


The black-head remover, scissors, bobby pins and combs failed me and I resorted to screaming obscenities and pounding the door with my hands.  I texted my mom from the bathroom and emailed my husband at work so that I could at least tell someone what was happening. That way there would be a record of what happened should I perish after being in the bathroom for hours... 


From all the commotion, Ian was alerted to my dire situation and attempted to free me the only way he knew how.  

At least he tried.  

After sitting against the vanity and staring daggers at the door, I resigned myself to the fact that I couldn't do this alone.  Someone would have to come and bust down this door.  Someone was going to see me in my jammies and without a bra.  Great.

I had to look up the phone number to the main office (which took forever) and thought of a few choice words I was going to scream at them when they answered the phone.  I wanted to yell that I was "stuck in the bleeping bathroom because of this bleeping relic of a bleeping door knob had broken just like all the other bleeping bleeping things in this bleeping apartment."  I couldn't do it though because the lady sounded so nice when she answered.  I couldn't ruin her day and it was nice that she gasped in surprise that I was stuck in the bathroom and rushed over immediately with maintenance.  It's not her fault that these apartments suck so horribly. She doesn't own the property, she just manages it.  

After a few minutes they busted through the door and I emerged from the bathroom, embarrassingly crossing my arms and rushing to get dressed as they left to retrieve a new door knob. 

And, it works.  Though, it has a nice attractive crack down the side... but what bathroom hasn't seen a few cracks? 

It feels good to be free!

Swamp Carpet

It seems my week has been full of... too much liquid.  It's been cold and rainy, my MacBook-coffee incident and yesterday's swamp carpet.


Russ came home from work and made a beeline for our bedroom and closet so he could change out of his uniform into comfy home clothes.  When his heavy, steel-toed boots stepped on the carpet all we heard was *squish.*  The corner of our bedroom and our entire walk-in closet was soaking wet.  After freaking out I grabbed my shoes and ran out to the rental office while praying that they hadn't left for the day.  


A maintenance man was in the office with the landlord and as soon as they heard what the problem was he jumped out of his chair and ran to my apartment.  Gotta love a quick reaction time but then I began to wonder about the extent of the problem.  Turns out the next unit over had a leaky washer that flooded most of their apartment carpet while the woman was asleep and she wouldn't have found out for a few hours had we not discovered the problem.  

This is all soaked, the dark spots are where we have stepped to clear out the closet.

Imagine water squishing out as I stepped...

Happily, nothing was ruined and we cleared everything out rather quickly before maintenance arrived to remove the carpet padding and to use a fan to dry our carpet before it could mold and start to smell.

It's still drying 24 hours later... not sure how long this will take.  My house is a disaster because the contents of our closet and bedroom was quickly strewn about.  I hate when the apartment is messy because it's hard for me to concentrate on anything....

This makes issue number four after: 

-One: Moving Day and no a/c and... it was JULY

-Two: Stove broken two days after moving day.

-Three: September and our a/c unit broke in the middle of the night causing us to run our unit constantly all night while it produced no cold air.

All part of apartment living... gotta love it. :P