I woke up Sunday night to an awful racket. Sort of a “ca-chunk” followed by the sound of running water. I had no idea what it could be, I got up to investigate, the toilet was running. Odd, I couldn’t have flushed it from my deep slumber. I opened the tank to see a broken valve. The water was going to just run until this was solved.
I managed to finally get the shutoff valve to close so that it wouldn’t run all night but that still left me with a toilet that really didn’t work. At 2am, I honestly didn’t care nor did I consider what I would do in the morning without a toilet.
I woke up, realized my predicament and finally just resorted to using the toilet, turning on the valve, under the toilet, flushing and then turning it back off. Not a great way to live. Unfortunately, the management of my apartment only works from 1-5 M-F, it was 7 on a M and I needed it to be at least 1 on a M.
I arrived home early on M, taking time off of work to make sure that everything went smoothly. After arriving at home, about 315 in the PM on M, I found a note on the office door. “Sorry, we’re cheap, can’t afford two managers at our two properties, I won’t be around this week, I have a cell phone the number is _______, please only call in case of an emergency.” Sorry? Please sir, you’ve got to do better than that. I called, a broken toilet when you live on the second floor and have an iced tea problem is an emergency.
So about 330 on M I called the manager. He said he would get a hold of the maintenance man and get back to me, because for some reason just giving out the maintenance man’s phone/pager number would be too hard. I got a call back about 5 minutes later, the maintenance man was at his other job and wouldn’t be able to be there until at least 715 on M. This sets me off pretty much, he has another job, I respect that, but doesn’t this qualify as an emergency. Am I really supposed to go without a toilet for more or less 4 hours? Screw that, I’m going to Ace and get the parts myself.
Fixed, no problem at all, toilet repair isn’t that bad actually. At 630 on M, after finishing up, cleaning up, and making a delicious dinner for myself, I called the manager to tell him that I had it fixed, don’t send the maintenance man. I think he was pretty much ticked. He can get over it. I feel much better now.