Well, that didn't last long. I thought we had taken care of the nasty leaks in my room (and other areas of the apartment) last night when Cute Neighbor Boy and I hopped up onto the roof with some kind of miracle solution from Home Depot. It worked for him. He hasn't had a leak in months. It worked for me too -- for a full twenty-four hours. I survived an entire night of heavy rain and thunder storms without so much as a single drip.
That's part of why I spent time organizing and putting things out on previously empty shelves. It was exciting.
To celebrate, I went out to dinner with Cheryl. OK, so it wasn't to celebrate, but it could have been.
I couldn't believe my eyes -- and ears -- when I came home to more dripping and water damage. Cute Neighbor Boy told me to come banging on his door if it starts dripping again so we could run to the roof while it's happening and see if we can find the source. So, I did (happily). More patching took place and now the leaks are even worse. We think it's coming from the upper part of the roof. And unfortunately, neither of us has a ladder tall enough to reach. So for now, this is how I'm living.
I had to remove everything from the shelves so I could move the unit out from under the drips. I should move the TV and its table too but they're both just too heavy. Plus, where would I put them?
I don't understand. We don't usually get this much rain in a season -- outside or inside. And you know what? It doesn't just 'rain' out here. It dumps an insane amount of water all at once, in waves, over and over. Like right now, there's a stampede on the roof. And just when I think it's coming down as hard as possible, it intensifies.
I know when these storms pass, I won't be phased by any of the drippage. But, now that some of the ceiling plaster has fallen off, I'm actually feeling the effects of mold allergies. Sneezing, coughing, burning eyes and nose, scratchy throat, headache, tightness in my chest.
We've made several calls to the apartment manager. We wrote a formal letter to the building owner. Nothing is being done to rectify this situation. I would call this an emergency. There should be someone on the roof right now, trying to patch things up. [and it would be me if I could get up there.] But I can't make someone do something.
The best I could do was call the City Department of Housing and file a complaint. An inspector is scheduled to come -- in March. I've also made an appointment to see my doctor -- in March. Everyone's busy.
I don't even want to go that route. I just want to fix the leaks, stop thinking about it and live my life.
In an attempt to relax in here, I put my fan on high, hoping for some white noise over the multiple drips. I'm listening to classical music. I'm about to watch a movie on my computer with the headphones.
Still, I can hear a ruckus in that corner. I'm afraid if I ignore it too much, I won't notice if it starts flooding, or if a new spot starts dripping -- like near my desk.
Well, my bed is dry. For that, I'm thankful.
You know, it's too bad the building owner doesn't care enough to put some effort (or money) into his investment. This place has such great potential. The building is only 15 years old. The apartments are huge, bright and airy. It's basically quiet. It's centrally located. Maybe if someone would buy it from him... Then again, I'm sure my rent would skyrocket. See, there's always a compromise.