You know I thought that if I stayed in my apartment as long as this mandated “Stay at Home” order is in place I would be safe. However, yesterday, I wasn’t.
It was raining outside. I heard the droplets of water from my kitchen window as I was washing a cup. However, these water droplets were a lot louder than I expected as if they were in my own kitchen. I noticed a puddle on the side of my kitchen counter. It was at that moment I realized that it was coming from the ceiling—my ceiling was dripping water.
I texted my roommate about it to ask her to call maintenance and I took pictures and videos of what was going on. My roommate said that there’s a possibility that they can’t fix it right away because it’s spring break and there are fewer workers in the residential and apartment complexes due to Covid-19. Right when she said that, I saw another puddle forming on my kitchen counter near the stove.
And that’s when it happened, the feeling of anxiety and stress overwhelming me. This was an emergency. I called my friend. I told her what’s happening. She was already ready to come and get me if the maintenance guys couldn’t fix it right away. I was in literal tears because this isn’t what I pictured my Tuesday afternoon to be like. And it was during this time, I was also on-call for online tutoring. I was STRESSED. I was thinking about the possibility that my ceiling is going to collapse, debating on calling off at work despite needing the money more than ever, wondering where I’m gonna stay; and having to pack up some of my things but worrying if the rest of my stuff will get water damage. This wasn’t what I needed when the world is already in biowarfare.
Still a bit distraught, I managed to collect myself and soon there was a knock at the door. I was only expecting one maintenance guy, but I got three to come to my rescue. I showed them the water damage and they got right to work to figure out the cause. They realized that the problem wasn’t in my apartment but the people living above me. So they went upstairs and started going to work.
As for me, I was able to return to my online work but at the same time, I felt anxious that the maintenance guys wouldn’t be able to fix the problem. But after thirty minutes, the leaking stopped. One of the maintenance guys came back to my apartment to make sure the leaking officially stopped and told me what happened. Apparently, there was a leak in the guy’s kitchen above me and he didn’t notice because he was in his bedroom. His entire kitchen was flooded. I was a bit annoyed—how can you not notice a flood in your own apartment! The maintenance guy was glad that I called as soon as possible before it got worse for me (and the guy that lives above me). If you think about it, I was on the brink of homelessness due to water leakage. Now, imagine people who can’t pay rent due to the coronavirus. They are also on the brink of eviction.
The maintenance guy told me that someone will come to clean up the mess, but that person never showed up. I think they were too busy trying to clean the flood in the apartment above me because that guy has it worse. I’ll just contact later on today to see if they can come. Still, the real heroes of this tale were the maintenance guys. They saved me from becoming homeless.
Life has given me so many stress factors that this additional stress isn’t what I need right now. When it rains, it pours. Hopefully, this rain cloud will disappear and it will be sunny.
Ain’t it fun
Living in the real world?
Ain’t it good
Being all alone?