I’m playing a new game

It’s called Avoid the Ceiling Leak in the Bathroom. I don’t like giving review scores but this one is well into the negatives.

I didn’t bitch about this last Friday since I honestly thought that it would be resolved. I complained on Friday, of course, and the landlord promised he’d take care of it. On Monday. Consider me underwhelmed by said response but, to be fair, it wasn’t exactly Niagara Falls in there. The position of the leak was unfortunate, quite, and required an umbrella should one actually want to use the facilities. Two days, I figured, I could handle it. I did wuss out and visited parents’ once or twice that weekend. They were pretty brief visits since I always had to keep an eye on the bucket and dump it before it overflowed.

Monday comes, small leak stops, I rejoice. Oh, how I wish that was end of story. Today I had planned to disinfect that bathroom. New leak. Waaaay bigger than the last and now coming through the drywall. Sooo unimpressed. I now need two buckets. I’m also way past underwhelmed. FFFFFF. Landlord promises to call a real plumber this time. The holding of breath is not recommended. And I have distant family coming to stay on the weekend. PEACHY.