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Aug. 31st, 2017 10:33 amAfter a day of heavy rain on Monday, Windsor got a deluge on Tuesday. Cars stuck on streets. Fun like that. My neighbourhood's streets were a meter deep.
I came home to a basement full of water. 4" deep. Then an hour later, it went down the drain. All of my neighbours had the same thing. Apparently it backed up. That's actually covered by my insurance, but I'm worried this is going to end up costing me $$. I only took a couple shitty photos during the flood. I didn't expect the water to clear so quickly, and I was on hold with State Farm for an hour to find out I overflowed into auto-claims.
My washer and dryer are working. Apparently I should have waited a few days. I had to wait on the washer, anyway, as the water was cut off from 8am to 4pm all day, yesterday. The furnit
My laminate floor is already buckling. I'm still waiting on the adjuster and the contractor for clean-up. Meanwhile, I've just been tossing junk. Everything is heavy and wet and pours out when I pick it up.
I kept my old albums in a milk crate lined with a garbage bag. Apparently, plastic bags break down after 30 years. So all my 12"'s got wet.
I came to work to avoid the basement. At work, we're hammered with calls from phone customers with no service due to flooding. We were already short-staffed from techs going to a convention in Toronto. Field tech availability is limited.
I'm just tired and anxious. I don't want to deal with anything. Having strangers in my house. What to do with the cats? C was trying to figure out how to come down, but she can't take the train with her. And we can't do anything with Ella around because she needs to be next to someone all the time. That sounds enabling, but Shih Tzus are like that. And to be frank, it's easier to not have C worrying, as my anxiety feeds on hers. But I could use some help with the lifting/cleaning.
Plus, I can't smell. I'm worried about gas leaks and sewage smells and mould. And my treadmill. At 350lb, I never want to move that fucking thing, ever. I planned that if I ever I sell the house, I'm just including it in the offer.
So, typical Steve. I'm fine during the situation. After, I'm full of self-doubt and guilt and anxiety and what-ifs and AAAAAAAAAAGH!
I came home to a basement full of water. 4" deep. Then an hour later, it went down the drain. All of my neighbours had the same thing. Apparently it backed up. That's actually covered by my insurance, but I'm worried this is going to end up costing me $$. I only took a couple shitty photos during the flood. I didn't expect the water to clear so quickly, and I was on hold with State Farm for an hour to find out I overflowed into auto-claims.
My washer and dryer are working. Apparently I should have waited a few days. I had to wait on the washer, anyway, as the water was cut off from 8am to 4pm all day, yesterday. The furnit
My laminate floor is already buckling. I'm still waiting on the adjuster and the contractor for clean-up. Meanwhile, I've just been tossing junk. Everything is heavy and wet and pours out when I pick it up.
I kept my old albums in a milk crate lined with a garbage bag. Apparently, plastic bags break down after 30 years. So all my 12"'s got wet.
I came to work to avoid the basement. At work, we're hammered with calls from phone customers with no service due to flooding. We were already short-staffed from techs going to a convention in Toronto. Field tech availability is limited.
I'm just tired and anxious. I don't want to deal with anything. Having strangers in my house. What to do with the cats? C was trying to figure out how to come down, but she can't take the train with her. And we can't do anything with Ella around because she needs to be next to someone all the time. That sounds enabling, but Shih Tzus are like that. And to be frank, it's easier to not have C worrying, as my anxiety feeds on hers. But I could use some help with the lifting/cleaning.
Plus, I can't smell. I'm worried about gas leaks and sewage smells and mould. And my treadmill. At 350lb, I never want to move that fucking thing, ever. I planned that if I ever I sell the house, I'm just including it in the offer.
So, typical Steve. I'm fine during the situation. After, I'm full of self-doubt and guilt and anxiety and what-ifs and AAAAAAAAAAGH!
