Blargity blarg blarg blaaaarg

[zallia]

Well, if this is a sign of things to come in 2009, count me out! This day of unnecessarydrama has left me drained and tired and what better way to deal with that than stay at work til 9pm for the second night in a row. And not get the Zen food I was counting on. :(

So, to fill in the gaps of the previous post, Robert and I get to my house for lunch, open the door to let the cats out and get hit by a smell of rotten eggs. Robert assures me that it's a gas leak and we dont' want to enter the house. Unfortunately the cats get all freaked out too, and instead of realizing the danger run back inside the house, so after a good 10 minutes of trying to get them all outside at the same time, which proved impossible, we gave up and called my mom. I was afraid to go into the house for even a phone book since I didn't want to spark something that would light it up, so she comes over and woo, the gas number doesn't work. Call the library, she's got nothing else cause the stupid thing was bought out last month and of course, I don't know where the hell a bill stub is. And it's 12:00 so the plumbers are at lunch and 411 fucking hangs up on me. So that leaves...911. I tell them I just need someone to come turn off the gas and OMG they pull up with lights and sirens and everything. Mortifying. Well first they went the wrong way of course. And I guess, right off the bat they suspected the sewer, but how the hell were we supposed to know? So they go in with their gas dectector, climb over all the debris in my house. Ask where the hot water heater is, right over....oh fuck. The barricade is now there. I'm dying inside. He says no prob and reaches his hand through the screen to test that area. He asks about the bathroom and eventually I mention the bathroom one but say it's not a problem since it was disconnected....apparently not. Y'know it's nice how you call in experts to help you with things and they don't feel the need to mention what they specifically they did or how to upkeep it. As my RL friends know, my bedroom is a WRECK and they go through there and wow, yeah that's a lot more reeky. So the main FF says it smells like sewer, there's no sign of gas and explains the peatrap thing or that it may be a clog in the sewer line. Funderful. I dismiss them and lo and behold this whole damn thing could have been fixed with 2 cups of water.

http://www.askthebuilder.com/347_Sewer_Odors_in_Bathroom.shtml

At least they didn't charge me for the call out there or anything, but holy hell, why did that need to be so complicated? Well at least it's encouraging me to clean up and mom and I had it out about going shopping too much since she was on me about the house, but when I get home at 9:00 every night, cleaning's not exactly on my mind. And actually I was going to start today, cause the dreadful boss encounter was this morning and I didn't get reamed or yelled at or anything, so that was okay and a load off of me. So far anyways. So once that depression lifed I felt better about doing stuff and not avoidance behavior with that goddamn solitaire game.

But this morning my coworker calls in that she's in the ER and she's set to work tonight but doesn't ever actually let us know that she's NOT coming in so I didn't even know til after 1 that I would be coming in for the 5-9 shift. I swear to god, if the crazies or hoodlums come in, I will go OFF on them.

And NeoNoir came in, but of course we were cleaning up my house and then I had to go into work so I won't get to see her until tonight. Blarg.

Comments

[serisun.livejournal.com]

WTG Robert! Although I'm sure he meant to say "we better track down what part of the house that's coming from before we call 911". Maybe Robert just wanted to see hot firefighters & jumped at the opportunity. Yeah... I bet that's what it was.

[zallia.livejournal.com]

At least he was concerned for my cats and did his best to rescue them. ^_^