ginkage / Rationality reasserting. (post edited) (Reply)

Hell hatn no fury like a Megi wronged.

Mark this as day number two I am without water. I don't really count Tuesday as a full day because it only happened in the later afternoon.
Timeline:

4:30PM Tuesday. I lose water. Not a faucet in the house will produce anything. Landlord has been working in and out all week, the crawlspace access is open, so I figure he went to grab a part and forgot.

6:30PM Tuesday: It's dark. I haven't heard him come back. I have not received any phone calls on either my home or cell phones regarding this, am mildly annoyed. Decide, against my better judgement, to give him the benefit of the doubt. Make plans with Dad to go over to his place and take shower/do laundry.

6:45PM Tuesday: Call public works emergency to check if there's a break in service or, as happened before, the bill didn't get paid. No such luck. Not even a frozen water meter. Grump

Wednesday: Out of house all day at Dad's. Revelling in hot water and clean laundry and good food. Come home around 11:30pm, access still open and no water. Am much annoyed. Can not flush toilet.

Today, Thursday: Go out to Wal-Mart, buy 10 gallons of water so I can flush the toilet and have extra. Come home. Grouse on MU*s about the state of the universe and grumble that I can't even do my own dishes.

11:45AM: Hear footsteps on common deck out my front door. Think it is landlord. Power shuts off, so go to investigate. Meet folks who had signed lease on downstairs apartment and were waiting to move in. They have no gas, were trying to figure out the electricity, and state baldly to me that the pipes are frozen. Father in the family (I gather), tells me that the pipes are frozen, are not even wrapped against the cold, and gives me a litany of things that are wrong with the downstairs. That is neither here nor there. Come to learn that landlord was referring to my apartment as if it were empty.

Am currently violently mad that landlord could not even CALL or KNOCK ON THE DOOR to tell me that the FUCKING PIPES ARE FUCKING FROZEN.

Am in nice frothy rage, now.

At least I have heat.

Update: Okay, landlord did -not- know the pipes were frozen. At least that is what his wife says. Landlord is at work today so would not be able to work on things until tomorrow. I am a little less rageful, but not much.

Pipes under house are not insulated for the cold. Yeesh.