I need someone to fix my shower.
This morning in my zeal to stop our ever-dripping shower head I put a bit too much pressure on the "Hot" handle and it broke off in my hand. Probably a testament to the fact that my landlord paid $3 for it at Ikea or Walgreens... or Deals, my favorite dollar store (and he, in turn, paid someone $3 to install it). I don't know how it broke, all I know is that it will not reattach because it's broken, I can't turn on the hot water with a wrench, and my roommates and I are sentenced to cold showers, no showers, showers at boyfriend's apartments, or public showers at the local pool until it is fixed.
I feel so powerless to fix it. I have called my landlord twice and the fix-it man twice, still no appointment. And none of my roommates or I are even there during the day anyway to get this taken care of. This sounds familiar, right? (My bathroom fiasco in Spain, for all you loyal readers.) Well, at least the toilet works. I keep telling myself that am a journalist: If anyone can make this happen, I can. Today I successfully navigated a website entirely in Hebrew (which I do not speak or read) to locate an email address. I can make a couple of Americans fix my shower in a timely manner. It just makes me nervous because this request is so urgent: It's not like we can live with it like we live with the nonfunctional buzzer and intercom, the clogged dishwasher, and the dripping shower...
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I'm curious, how's the job going? Does it even compare to the high quality of the Nexus.... ha!
And I understand the apt. problems, we need to unscrew this hinge on the back of our toilet in order for it to flush things down every time we press the button.
What? Grab some tools, a new fixture, and get to it! There should be nothing like cold showers to motivate you and your pals to pick up some plumbing skills.
Say, didn't your dad teach you anything about plumbing?
See you at Thanksgiving?
I am astounded by my hypocrisy.
The morning after reading this entry, I awoke to a never-warming stream of cold water. Our water heater was dead. I went through all the lifesaving steps: check for blockages, pump fresh gas, apply flame, all to no avail. She was gone. So off I went to school with only a cold sponge bath.
That night, I replaced the water heater. Your cousins stayed inside and learned nothing.
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