Tomorrow or next week (those maintenance men are slippery, I have no idea when this is going on) they are pulling my whole kitchen out. Stove, sink, fridge, everything. I don't even want to imagine what they are going to find. And I don't want to imagine where they are going to put the stuff, this is not a large apartment. I might just start crying out of frustration and anxiety.
I told my sister that this has been the year of justifying my fears. I have never stepped on grates/manholes. Justified this year (not my story to tell, but just take my word for it). I don't like deep water (I don't much like water of any kind, except for of the shower variety)....and now water is proving to be the curse of this apartment. Water that ruins the walls. That overflows from my upstairs neighbors bathtub. That is leaking from parts unknown to cause bubbling tiles, fish tank smell, my cat to act like she's high (she's eating an ornament cord like it's some kind of delicacy) and this...
this disaster...if the smell didn't make me want to yuker all over the place, I'd pick up those pieces of cardboard to show you what lies beneath.

Not sure how I'm going to manage to eat meals here for the next few days. For tonight, I'm getting out of here...
After living in a variety of different apartments, having friends live in a variety of apartments, having a friend that rents apartments, and after working for an apartment complex I have quite a few crazy apartment stories. And while yours ranks pretty high up there it is by far not the craziest apartment story that I have ever heard or been witness to. Good luck with everything. :o)
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