Day 43

(July 18, 2010)

So I went home for the weekend for my family/joint graduation party for my brother and I this weekend. Party was tons of fun! Lots of food, booze, family, and friends!

Since I had an appointment with the wonderful Lisa (known to her Italian friends as Liza) to take my head shots in Central Park at 11:00am, I had to wake up pretty early to get back to the city on Sunday.

On top of waking up early and being a little cranky, I also had a ton of shit because I had done my laundry at home AND I wanted to steal leftovers from the party. Lugging all that around, I was not a happy camper.

I get into my apartment and drop my stuff off on my bed before heading over to the bathroom. The toilet seat is up and I stupidly think to myself, "Oh! [Roomie] must have cleaned the toilet this weekend. Awesome!"

What am I an idiot? Have I learned nothing over these past 43 days?

So I pee (sorry, I know, TMI).
And then flush.
And then notice that instead of the water level getting lower, it's raising.


Yup, you got it. The toilet was clogged by something.

OF COURSE IT WAS.

It actually brought me back to Summer Scholars 2004. When one of my suite mates had clogged the toilet badly on a Friday afternoon and the maintenance men couldn't come to fix it until Monday afternoon.

I didn't go to the bathroom for 4 days because of that. I know, that's ridiculous. But it was really really traumatizing. Just ask Binata, she was there, she remembers.

Anyways, that was it. I reached my breaking point. I text my roommate and asked if she knew anything about this. No response.

However no more than 3 minutes later, she came into the apartment...

"Hey [Roomie], do you know anything about the toilet being clogged? I just went to use it after being gone all weekend and it's clogged."

"What? It's clogged? I don't know nothing about that. How do you even fix that?"

"Umm...you buy a plunger?"

"A plunger? I've never used one of those before, where can I buy one?"

WHAT?!?!?! Grrrrr... My patience had run out and I was running late for my appointment with Lisa. I told my roommate that if she couldn't figure it out just leave it until I got back. But if she didn't fix it she could NOT use the toilet or it would overflow all over our disgusting bathroom floor.

I hoped she understood. I was slightly fearful for my return home after a day of head shots and moving (Brendan just moved into a new BEAUTIFUL apartment). But thankfully when I returned there wasn't shit and toilet water all over the floor. Phew.

However, she didn't take care of the issue so I had to go and buy a plunger and handle the situation myself.

I am happy to report the toilet is now up and running properly. Reminded me of the time I had to plunge someone else's toilet when I was a CA at University Village. From this day forward I refuse to plunge a toilet that isn't clogged by myself or someone I truly love. How sad is it that I have to make that declaration.


I'm so sick of dealing with my roommates shit. Both literally and figuratively.