Bunny
04-26-2010, 05:32 PM
Yesterday, I called my landlord to tell her that my garbage disposal wasn't draining properly. Later that day, her husband/handyman came over to look at it and, sure enough, figured out what the problem was: the pipes had corroded so horribly that they were brittle. To the point where, when he took the pipes underneath the sink apart, they could not be put back together because they almost dissolved on the connect-y parts.
So he (the handyman) told me that they would have to call a plumber tomorrow (today; Monday) to get it fixed. Sure enough, that's what happened. However, there is more to the story!:
Me, in my insanely glorious wisdom and complete lack of common sense or anything even remotely resembling intelligence, decided it would be a good idea to stay up until 6am into Monday morning. I did this without thinking any consequences whatsoever and completely forgetting that my sink was broken and the plumberman was coming to fix it. So, I went to bed thinking "oh god I hate myself never again can I miss classes?" before being woken up, three hours later, by my extremely annoying ringtone. After fighting the urge to crush it with my mind (I can do that), I answered it. Lo and behold, the plumberman came calling. At 930. Is this normal for people?
Anyway. I am awake now. The plumber is here fixing my sink. I am awake now, too. I've had 3 hours of sleep and have absolutely no idea what I am going to do with myself.
Topic: What is the absolute worst possible series of events that you can think of regarding plumbers, sleep schedules, and telekinesis?
PS. After hanging up on the plumber after coming to an agreed upon solution for his arrival, I tried to salvage the day by getting a couple more minutes of sleep. My phone decided that was a stupid idea and called him back immediately. I did not realize this until my phone started speaking to me in the very hushed tones of a confused man. I had no idea what was going on so I mumbled something about aliens taking over my phone and then I hung up very quickly to save my dignity. Or what was left of it anyway.
So he (the handyman) told me that they would have to call a plumber tomorrow (today; Monday) to get it fixed. Sure enough, that's what happened. However, there is more to the story!:
Me, in my insanely glorious wisdom and complete lack of common sense or anything even remotely resembling intelligence, decided it would be a good idea to stay up until 6am into Monday morning. I did this without thinking any consequences whatsoever and completely forgetting that my sink was broken and the plumberman was coming to fix it. So, I went to bed thinking "oh god I hate myself never again can I miss classes?" before being woken up, three hours later, by my extremely annoying ringtone. After fighting the urge to crush it with my mind (I can do that), I answered it. Lo and behold, the plumberman came calling. At 930. Is this normal for people?
Anyway. I am awake now. The plumber is here fixing my sink. I am awake now, too. I've had 3 hours of sleep and have absolutely no idea what I am going to do with myself.
Topic: What is the absolute worst possible series of events that you can think of regarding plumbers, sleep schedules, and telekinesis?
PS. After hanging up on the plumber after coming to an agreed upon solution for his arrival, I tried to salvage the day by getting a couple more minutes of sleep. My phone decided that was a stupid idea and called him back immediately. I did not realize this until my phone started speaking to me in the very hushed tones of a confused man. I had no idea what was going on so I mumbled something about aliens taking over my phone and then I hung up very quickly to save my dignity. Or what was left of it anyway.