being late for work. Truth is, I might not get to work today. Why? No fucking water. None. Not a goddamned drop. Seems that there was a flooding issue in the basement apartment and my super (a nice kid, but a kid) decided at 2:00 a.m. to shut the water to the whole fucking building. Roto-Rooter (or however they spell it) just got here. Why not early this morning? My guess is that my super knew that my bastard landlord wouldn't authorize an early morning visit because it costs more. I know this for a fact, because one of the many managing agents who quit/were fired told me that they were not allowed to call for emergencies after 6 or 7 p.m., to save money for my bastard drug-addicted landlord (hey, cocaine doesn't grow on trees...oh, wait a second).
Anyhow, this is the second time in about two years that the water was turned off. First time happened around 7 p.m. on a very hot August night. You know, one of those hot sticky nights where the only thing you want to do when you get home is to peel off your wet clothing and stand under a steady stream of cool water until you feel human again? Well, no one was called until the a.m. (money, money, money), so we had no water for about 19 hours. Let me tell you, I've gone without heat for days and hate it, but nothing beats the pain of not having water. Think about it. Can't brush your teeth (although I do have emergency water in the fridge for that), can't shower (bottled water is no help), can't flush a toilet (not fun). Nothing. So, even though I took tomorrow off for a long weekend, I may have to take my last paid day off today instead, sitting in my pajamas, without water, because I will not go to the office without a shower. I'm stubborn that way. Please Mr. Housing Bubble, pop soon so that I can buy an overpriced studio with running water. Amen.