Friday, July 17, 2009

Water From Above

I am a light sleeper. It's a pain in the neck sometimes, but every once in a while, I'm glad stuff wakes me up. Take 1:30 AM, for instance, like, just a few hours ago. I really do think I was in a deep sleep, but still woke up... I initially thought the noise was my blinds slapping against the window frame, (which happens with a fair bit of regularity) but once I made my way over to the window, I realized the noise was coming from further in my apartment. I turned the lights on, and to my horror, water was dripping from my ceiling all over my PlayStation2, right next to my TV and stereo! Noooooooooo!

I will briefly interrupt the story to state that I actually have occasional nightmares about water dripping into my home. The dreams are more strangethan what would happen in reality, though... for instance, I have had a few dreams where I move in to my new condo, only to realize that it only had part of a roof, and that rain and snow would accumulate on a regular basis. I hate those dreams.

Back to the story... I quickly unplugged all electronics in the area and moved them away from the region of drippiness. The drips were happening every 2-3 seconds I'd say. The thin puddle on the floor was a few feet in diameter.

Of course, I ran upstairs, and, feeling guilty, started pounding on my neighbor's door. He eventually came to the door, and I apologetically explained the situation. He and I examined the area where water ought to be coming from, but we couldn't see anything. The area in question was also next to the HVAC vent, but we didn't really think anything of it at the time.

So, I called the management company. The woman who answered (thank goodness for 24 hour service) said that she'd call maintenance right away.

An hour passes.

I call again. She seems surprised that I have not seen hide nor hair of said maintenance personnel. She assures me she will call them again.

30 minutes pass.

I call again. Same assurances are given. Dripping had stopped briefly, but started up again. I begin to strongly suspect the air conditioning unit of my neighbor.

30 more minutes pass.

I call again.

20 minutes pass. I am getting understandably vexed. Finally, there is a knock on the door. My wet ceiling and puddly floor are inspected. Maintenance dude leaves and knocks on my upstairs neighbor's door. I listen and hear thumps and evidence of possible progress being made in the a/c ventilation system.

Mr. Maintenance comes back. Evidently water is not draining properly from the drip pan of my neighbor's a/c. Instead, it is draining into my condo. The HVAC repair company has been notified and will *theoretically* show up first thing in the morning. My neighbor's a/c is turned off, and the dripping has stopped.

It is currently almost 5 AM; maintenance has been gone for some time now, but I am unable to sleep. The fear of damage to my home has my adrenaline pumping, and I am irrationally worried that the dripping will start again. My neighbor is very nice; he is not the type to turn on the air conditioning when he knows it will flood my condo. Intellectually, I know there is nothing to worry about, but I am still wide awake... and exceedingly tired. And of course, I can't sleep in; I have to get up and shower and such so that I am presentable for the next round of repair personnel!

Hahaha, that is kind of funny, considering the state of pajamitude I was in when the first guy got here! You'd think I would have had plenty of time to put on appropriate clothing (2+hours), but I was sleepy and was expecting him to call first, not just show up; I assumed I had appropriate changing time! However, there is something about middle-of-the-night visitors that makes pajamas seem more acceptable. Once daylight hits, it feels like I ought to have actual clothes on, yes?

I will close by stating that spell check has selected a couple of words as misspelled, but did NOT highlight "pajamitude". This surprises me!

1 comment:

sukeyknits said...

yikes - i hope the damage is minor. gotta love what spellcheck picks up (and doesn't pick up).