Not Quite The First Impression I Was Hoping to Make on My New Neighbors
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I didn’t think I would even have a Hate List for this new apartment, but I think there’s already something I can add to it: the washing machine is broken. How do I know? Why, it not only flooded my apartment, but it ruined the downstairs neighbors celing!
Yes, so Izzie’s bedding was in need of a washing. I dropped it in, added detergent, closed it and went off to continue unpacking.
The next minute, I turn around and see that the carpet is DRENCHED about 10" into the dining area. I opened the washing machine and it’s full to the brim with water and STILL RUNNING. So I fumble around with the water valve behind the washing machine and get it turned off. I was freaking out. My heart was just pounding in my chest. I opened the door to check on the neighbors and just as I did, I saw him at the base of my stairs. "Do you have a leak in your apartment?"
"Oh my god, yes. Is it in your apartment?"
"Yeah, it’s coming out of the vent," he said.
OH NO.
He asked if I had a bucket. I did so I grabbed it and brought it downstairs to them. Luckily I had borrowed my mom’s carpet steamer so I ran to get that from my car to vacuum up as much water as I could. The water filled up probably about a gallon and a half, maybe two. Who knows what the unseen damage is.
A few minutes later a maintenance guy knocked on my door. "Do you have a leak in your apartment?"
"YES, it’s the washer," I said and let him in. I said I already turned off the main water line so it’s stopped. I asked if he saw the downstairs apartment.
"Yeah, they have a crack in this area of their ceiling," he said, gesturing to the kitchen area which was adjacent to the dining area and laundry closet. My stomach lurched. Yes, it sounds like there’s probably a lot of water damage.
The maintenance guy said to call in the morning and ask the office to put in a work order so they’ll either fix it or replace it. Sigh. No, that’s not a sigh of relief, that’s a sigh of, "Oh geez, please tell me this is a dream… Please tell me this is a dream… Please tell me this is a dream…"
So I’ve called in the work order. They’re going to take a look at it as well as the apartment downstairs. I feel really terrible. I know it’s not my fault, it’s their machine, etc. etc. but still. I wish this had only inconvenienced me and not my neighbors.
