Last updated on March 19th, 2021 at 01:55 pm
This morning, I had a rude awakening of sorts: last night, before going to bed at Sarah’s, we’d noticed that the ceiling above the bathtub had suffered water damage from the apartment above (and this is the fifth or sixth time this has occurred, but before it had been on the kitchen wall behind the stove…), and that the drywall was starting to peel away with a bit of the ceiling plate starting to sag. But we said alas and went to bed anyway.
This morning when she went in the washroom, all I heard was “HOLY SHIT!” and caught up with her to find that…
…the ceiling tile had fallen completely, filling the tub with the tile and a bunch of debris that had come from above.
In the spirit of pics or it didn’t happen, if you’re really nice, I can see what I can do later, as I left my camera at her place.
So the super was called, and he’s apparently swinging by today to patch up the hole for the weekend and will fix the damage next week. I don’t know what he’s going to do about the tenants above, though—I know he’d threatened to evict them before, so I’m curious to see if this will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
In other news, I want a new job. Someone pay me lots of money.
No, I kid. But I’m going to explore some other options and avenues. This current placement just doesn’t make me happy.
Just thought that would be an interesting “wtf” for everyone 😉