worst week

Let’s start with Tuesday of last week.  I have a dinner party with my cousin (in from out of the COUNTRY) and a bunch of my family.  My sink clogs.  Sucks.  I call the complex that next day, Wednesday, and she puts in a maintenance request.  It’s nasty, too.  I was having to wash dishes in my bath tub and there’s 3 inches of standing water in my sink.  It stunk.  Gnarly.  So I’m already irritated when I go into work on Thursday after coming home Wednesday night and my sink was still clogged.  I call, they’re working on emergencies so they couldn’t get to it that day.  Awesome.  I have a dinner party (small, but STILL!) that night and have to warn them that my sink is nasty and to please turn a blind eye to it.  So Friday I come into work CONFIDENT that they’re going to fix my sink.  I get home that night and the damn sink is still clogged.  I call the office to figure out what in the world is going on that they can’t unclog my nasty ass sink, and the same girl answers and tells me their (still) working on emergencies. 

Bull. 

So I called their corporate management company and filed a complaint.  No one, of course, has called me back (still) and when I get home my sink is still clogged.  This is the night I’m having a date over for dinner.  I’m pissed.  I'm just so frustrated that I want to burn my apartment complex down.  My sink is still clogged.  And then my date calls…  “um, it’s raining and I don’t have a window on my Jeep (IDIOT!) so I wanted to see if you wanted to maybe possibly change plans and go out for dinner instead…

… but you’d have to come pick me up in Hutto.” 

WTF?!

Thanks but no thanks. 

Sink is still clogged. 

I took a bath, killed a bottle of wine, and went to bed. 

So I get up and go to the HEB on Saturday and get the stuff to make the chicken salad for Kierstin’s baby shower (which took 2 hours, not 30 minutes like the stupid recipe said!!) I was volunteered to help with, made it in my stinky kitchen with the clogged sink (did I mention my sink was clogged for a week?), and drank mimosa’s and sangria wine while preparing my 30-mionute meal.  My dad finally came over (FROM SAN MARCOS!!!) and plunged the crap out of my sink and cleared it up for me on Saturday afternoon.  Thank goodness for Daddies!!! 

So I go to the shower and when I left I went straight to the Ranchetta in Thorndale.  Which was great.  Perfect.  Wonderful.  Saturday night at a German Pub, Sunday on 4-wheelers and shooting guns and a bonfire.  Perfection.  Exactly what I needed after those last couple days.  So I leave the Ranchetta around, I dunno, 7 or 8 or so, after bing on the ranch for a day and a night, smelling like a campfire and sweating beer.  I get home and can’t wait to just get a shower and go to bed. 

My hot water was off.  Again.  4th time in 2 months. 

I could have killed someone. 

So at this point my complex still thinks my sink is clogged in my kitchen and now the hot water is off a-freakin'-gain. 

I think I’m a poster child for Murphy’s Law. 

I sent a letter via certified mail to the national corporate management office, the regional management office, the actual apartment complex, and the owner of the actual building (from the county appraisal district website) who hired a management company because he doesn’t want to deal with issues like this. 

They finally came yesterday to unclog my sink after thinking it was clogged with food and 3-inches of water for more than a week.  Awesome effort there guys, thanks for that.