Wednesday, March 13, 2013

I Don't Know What to Call This

Dear March,

You are officially my new enemy and I thought you should know that. You've been trying to screw me up from day one, but enough is enough, March. I am still buried up to my eyebrows in school work and I have two mid-term exams in the following two weeks. I have accepted those. I have also replaced the contacts.

But then you had to go ahead and pull another one on us, didn't you? Why, March, why?

You see, Monday morning, I went home to find that our water has been cut off. I just figured there was some problem with the system. Also the reserve tanks had enough for about a day so I thought we'd be okay. Tuesday came and went and we still had no water. And then we started to panic. If we used up whatever water was left, we'd end up with no running water. I know there are people in the world with less than that but I have never been one of them! How would I cope, March?

Classes ran till after five on Tuesday so we couldn't go to the management office. In case it might be an issue with the maintenance bills the apartment owner had to pay, we hunted him down that night. Turns out he had settled those bills over a week ago. We had to wait till Wednesday morning to know more. In the meantime, we ran out of water. All of it!

By seven thirty last night, we (read: the guys) were lugging in buckets of water from the water dispenser thingy in the building, which we had to pay more for, because we had to wash dishes, use the bathroom, take showers, and cook of course.

At ten this morning my  housemate ran over to the office - which is when they open for business -  to see what was going on. As soon as he mentions it, the person in there goes, 'Must be unpaid maintenance bills.' Seriously? Just take a minute and listen. But when told that bill was already paid, they tried to put it on us, saying we hadn't paid the monthly bill. NEWS FLASH!! We've paid the bills!

So a couple of minutes spent shuffling some paperwork and a few clicks on the keyboard, the management person tells my friend, 'It's a mistake. We cut off your water by mistake.' And that it cannot be reconnected for at least five hours!!

This person was basically saying that we've been living without running water for technically three days, because THEY MADE A MISTAKE!!? You have got to be kidding me!

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So, March. I'm sorry to be dumping all this on you, but I'm sure you know where I'm coming from. You've still got 17 days in store for us. I would appreciate it if you didn't spring anymore surprise fahk-ups on us because I can't handle anymore. Thank you.

Seriously stressed and pissed,