So, after a week of not being in my apartment due to flooding from a burst pipe in the ceiling, I’m...

So, after a week of not being in my apartment due to flooding from a burst pipe in the ceiling, I’m finally back. It’s both a relief and totally depressing, because it is HELLA filthy. In no particular order: 

there were muddy handprints all over the wall where my landlord and his guy replaced the ceiling (the ceiling caved in)
the floor was filthymy wooden chair (I possess exactly two chairs, a wooden one and my desk chair) was covered in muddy footprints and handprintsall of the papers on my desk were moved to the kitchen table and unceremoniously mixed with the papers that were on my night tablea care package I was putting together for my mother in an open box got dumped out and the box was filled with random other stuff (why?!)it still smells like mouldI guess they tried to move my printer, which sits on a little folding table, and they damaged the printer in doing so (I’m guessing the table collapsed when they picked it up and they set it down without checking, crashing my printer to the floorthe surface of my desk was mysteriously covered in mud and filththey took down some of my wall art but not all of itthey semi ripped down the curtain that partially separates my bed area from the other part of the main room as well as my Christmas lightsfor no discernible reason, they took out one of the lightbulbs in my main room’s light fixture, so now everything’s really dimthey took out SOME of the dirty dishes in my sink (I left in rather a hurry, after all) and put them face down on the counter. I don’t know why they didn’t take all of them out. Clearly they wanted to pour dirty water down the drain - I know, because they clearly did, as the other dishes still in the sink were holding muddy water and bits of plaster from my wrecked ceilingall of my bedding and towels were either wet or filthy. I’ve already spent $18.75 on laundry and it’s not finished yet, and that was with a dryer I had to shake vigorously to force it to take my loonies (one-dollar coins to you non-Canadians)they randomly put my space heaters in the bathroomit took me ten minutes to find my laundry detergent because they put it in my closetthey unplugged my lampsthey moved my suitcases from under my bed to the corner of the kitchen (again, WHY?!)they put all of my shoes under the sofa (WHY?!)they put the muddy wooden chair back by the kitchen table and cover it with stuff (so I wouldn’t notice how dirty it was?!) the kitchen ceiling now leaks a bit from upstairs and it didn’t before (it was the main room ceiling that caved in)Also, just for fun: several of the floor tiles were curling because of the water damage, so my landlord patched the floor. With leftover linoleum from the kitchen. It looks amazing. It looks like I hid a body there. Lookit: 

What the actual fuck. I’m going to be cleaning for the rest of my natural life. But on the plus side, I finally managed to start writing again, which is always hard when I’m on the move or feel unsettled. I’m like 250 words in at this point, but it’s Johnlock. Sherlock POV, bit angsty. Possibly a lot. 

Send me strength, if you would. 

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Published on March 04, 2016 16:31
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