Journal sielwolf's Journal: You Know It's Easter When 1
You have water damage in your new condo!
Nothing like wood trim and moulding coming up and the grout between the tiles in your kitchen saturating with water. Not quick like; slow steady as tectonics.
Luckily the builder sent up two groups of dudes yesterday to "Yep, that's water damage and it's under the floor" but neither where equipped to go for the full task. Just as well; I want them to send a squad to do Everything. A Complete and Final job. Getting guys in on a holiday weekend is tough. I'm keeping optimistic. The builder seemed genuinely concerned (not the sort of thing you want on your BBB sheet "sells lemon condos") of course I'm more concerned four the couple in the unit below me. At least me it just ruined some wood and tile. Regrout, re-nail, relacquer. Gravity is their antagonist. They haven't moved in yet. Left them a note on their door.
The consensus seems to be a supply pipe to the bathroom. Either a slow leak or when the shower is in use. Only invasive surgery will yield a prognosis. Luckily I still have my apartment so I can go and grab a shower before Egg Day festivities.
A part of me is annoyed. That part of me is frustrated from the complication of something that was supposed to cleanse and simplify my life (replacing renting with equity). But that has begun to lift. These things, hold a loose attachment. The shit in your life, means little. "Hang on tightly, let go lightly."
ugh... (Score:1)
shit gets difficult if you don't ride their ass like a shetland pony.