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| Yesterday really sucked. My coffee maker died a quick and rather loud death. Then the toilet got clogged. Well shit. After an hour of plunging and profanity, it finally worked correctly. Or so I thought. After another hour of repeating the same ritual, I threw down my gloves and called my property management company. I was told unstopping a toilet is not standard maintenance and it was my responsibility. I borrowed a toilet snake from my stepdad and tried to find a blockage, but came up empty-handed, thankfully. But it still didn't flush properly. So I called back in a panic and tearfully said I thought there must be some kind of back up because now there might be gunk coming up from my bathtub drain. That did the trick. The handyman showed up 2 hours later. He was curious about the gunk in the bathtub and I sweetly said there must have been a miscommunication. Of course, the first thing he asked me was if I had put any sanitary products in the toilet. I assured him that after 28 years of using them I knew better. Besides, I had snaked it and it still didn't work. He was pretty surprised to learn that not only do I know how to use a plunger, I can also use a snake. You know, because us womenfolk are so dainty. (My ex-husband was an OTR truck driver, so I had to learn to take care of things while he was away.) He wasn't impressed. He spent ten minutes plunging it and proclaimed it fixed. Probably just too much toilet paper because there are two females in the house. As soon as the next person flushed, it refused to cooperate so I called the PM Co. for the third time. Except now I was just pissed. Skipping the pleasantries, I demanded to speak with the leasing agent because obviously, the receptionist did not understand that I had been dealing with this since 8 AM and it was 4 PM. We only have one bathroom and four people live in my house. It was imperative that they get someone other than the maintenance man to check it out because there was no way in hell I was going to drive to my mom's each time we needed to use the loo. Once I used my Southern Bitch tone, she dispatched a plumber. Finally! After he used the plunger and the snake, he decided to replace the whole damn toilet because he couldn't find a problem. Since I've been here for nearly 4 years it was probably just an old toilet and something quit working. No shit?! Morons! I'm surrounded by morons! |
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but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it. 