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Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results - Albert Einstein

the flood of 2003
September 03, 2003 - 10:01 pm

said rainstorm that drenched me on my way home.. atleast i think i wrote about that in the last entry.. see how good my short term memory can be!

anyway, said rainstorm is still going strong, so yes, i shouldn't be online, but i am...

anyway anyway, said rainstorm is still going strong and it appears that my apartment is not waterproof. to be exact the skylight/hatch thingie that's padlocked shut so we can't open it and let the fucking sweltering air out of the concrete stairwell - which on an average day could be used to bake clay pots, but that's another story - isn't waterproof.

this means that water falls from two little waterfalls, rather pretty if they were in a jungle and not in front of my door, puddles on the floor.. then thanks to the wonderful design of this place, flows not to the steps (which no one would care about) but to the outside wall of my apartment. it then go through the wall and to our floor. puddling again underneath a chair.

devious fucking water. as it choose to hide under the chair, it wasn't noticed until it out grew the chair.

i possibly could have eletricuted myself..as i walked over, stepped in the water (it's a tile floor, so the water wasn't easily seen.. plus i wasn't looking for water).. realized what i'd stepped in and wondered 'who spilt water and didn't clean it up?' as i reached for the pole lamp. i stopped as i was about to turn the lamp on (it's an ancient thing, probably came with this place when it was built in the 60's) and thought, why would i turn a light on while standing in water.

then i though, damn this is a lot of water, what size cup did it come from?

i moved the chair and found the motherload.

after some acrobatics, i unplugged the lamp.. moved it and the chair.. and called for the only other person home - my south korean roomate.

he saw the water and said, 'that's not right.' aptly put.

so, several towels later.. two trash cans and one dry swiffer (used as a sqeegee, however you spell it) things are moderatly damp..

of course, no one is on at the maintance office. not that they could fix it now, but i'd like some bigger trashcans to catch the water..

oh the joys of living in shitty college housing.

i'm going to touch base with the university courtyard people tomorrow. i want to ensure i can get out of this dump for the spring.