My toilet exploded tonight. Well, technically it overflowed and the water got everywhere and it’s seriously gross. I’ve been cleaning for an hour and a half and am still not done. The building management will pay for someone to clean the fuck out of my place, but I honestly am unsure if I can still live here. Plus my rent is a large chunk of my unemployment. And I’m going broke and fast.
Meanwhile, here’s a list of things I lost in the flood:
My 2 bathmats
My yoga mat
2 really nice boxes
A handful of rag/towels
My Reef sandals (I don’t think any amount of cleaning will take the ick out of them now)
A mop head
4 rolls of paper towels
Wrapping paper ribbon
1 eye glass case
1 Blackberry handbook
As far as water 2 inches deep flooding into 3 rooms of my apartment, this list could be a hell of a lot worse. That being said, I want to wash my feet off with bleach. Fortunately I know it’s a bad idea… Plus that weird guy on Veronica Mars, Lucky, did it an episode before he was shot to death. (Well technically he did it over the summer before he was shot to death, but I don’t want bleach feet to be a harbinger of my death.)
By the way, does anyone know what my building management company is responsible for covering in my losses beyond getting someone to professionally clean my place? I’d really like to get my yoga mat replaced and maybe have them pay for my duvet to be drycleaned. (Oliver jumped on the bed when I started swearing…)
Oh and if you’re reading this, does anyone know of a dog-friendly place in Los Feliz or Silverlake with hardwood floors, plumbing that has been updated since 1952 and would be available in September? (Ideally below $1314.96 a month…)
Despair level: 10
Anger level: 10
Smelly level: 8
p.s. Technically this happened Sunday night, hence the off-putting dates… But I’m writing it on a Monday.