Flooded Life

As long-term lurkers will know, I've tried my best to avoid dealing with my Russian Super as much as possible since I've been at the Fortress of Solitude 2.0. He's insane, he's got a martyr complex, his English is dreadful—and all of this is your fault.

And now as I'm about to leave this place—because the Universe enjoys sticking it to me as righteously as possible—I'm faced with these issues where I need to deal with him.

First there was the incident where I lost my keys as few weeks back...

Now, the kitchen sink has spontaneously started to overflow. It's gross and I don't even want to think about it except that I have to deal with it because it's fucking overflowing! Don't even know where the fucking water's coming from...

Left a message with the Russian past 11pm on Monday. He ended up tapping on my door around midnight. After some of our standard translation difficulties...

"You have LEAK?"

"No, it's overflowing..."

"YOU HAVE LEAK??"

"No, the water came up from the drain..."

"It go UP...?"

"Yes... it go up."

... he looked baffled and muttered something about coming back tomorrow.

5 minutes later, he was tapping on my door again. This time, with tools in hand.

"I too busy tomorrow... I fix now."

I've got a conference call at 1pm on Tuesday. I really hope he's able to fix it tonight.

This place is really fucking falling apart. Pain as it is to move, maybe it's a good thing I'm getting out of here. (Just hope I'm not jumping out of the frying pan, into the fire...)