Just remembering my old basement apartment, the renting co., and the people who lived above me.
1. Move in day. I can't. Ceiling is collapsed over kitchen, water pouring in.
Problem fixed. Apparently that's the third time it's happened.
Reason: when they fixed it the first time, they put a pressure valve over the leaking pipe. It was a hot water pipe. Meaning it expanded and contracted (at a different rate than the pressure valve) any time anyone ran water through it for an extended period. Meaning that the pressure valve eventually moved down the pipe off the leak.
The final time they actually got a brain and welded the pipe.
It was, however, fortunate that I was housesitting at the time, otherwise, I wouldn't have had a place to live for the first week of the semester.
2. Girl's cat poops on a papasan chair cushion. She proceeds to soak it in the bath tub, then squeeze the water out on the bathroom FLOOR to dry it.
Which caused the water to leak through my ceiling. Here is me, not knowing why water is coming through my ceiling, a short time after moving in, and wondering if the ceiling is going to collapse again...
I went up to see if it might be her causing it somehow, before I called the complex emergency line.
She was bewildered that it was coming through, and it just had to be the fault of the realtor agency for not sealing the bathroom properly.
Later that day I noticed she threw the cushion away on the curb, rather than, say, drying it out on the concrete patio outside....*Shakes head*
3. The toilet incident.
Late one night I hear a dripping. I look over, it is dripping from my light fixture onto my kitchen table.
Fortunately, it is a card table, light, so I just pick it up and move it with everything on top.
After I do that, the water starts gushing in.
I go upstairs to see what neighbor is doing.
She is quite upset. It is coming from above her, and her bathroom is a disaster. Her bathroom is over my kitchen.
The girl upstairs doesn't answer poundings on the door.
The realtor emergency line considers it not an emergency and doesn't bother sending anyone out until 8:00 in the morning.
Despite several calls from the girl above me, they come to MY apartment first, even though I only called once. And think it is not bad until I tell them to get their asses upstairs (not that phrasing, but oh, how I wish....).
So they see, and then go to the next apartment up, the other girl's. She doesn't answer.
Flips out when they come in because she was in the shower.
Not noticing somehow....that her toilet had been overflowing dramatically....ALL FREAKING NIGHT!
4. The sump pump incident.
I lived in a basement apartment. The other half of the basement was a communal area where the washer and drier were for the complex. As well as the sump pump.
We've gotten torrential rain before. Provided I kept the drain at the bottom of my stairwell well swept and clear, it was never a problem.
But this night was different. It wasn't coming in my front door, as I would've expected it to. No. That drain was working fine.
But then I note the cat looking at the door to the laundry room with a horrified expression, and I go over there. Splash. Look down.
Normally, for practical reasons I'm good about keeping things off the floor in that apartment, never know if something might get in the drain. But as I was going to move out soon, I had started packing by this point, and had several boxes of books on the floor. Those got thrown on my bed swiftly, the cat thrown in the carrier. I didn't manage to keep all the boxes dry, a few got wet on the bottom, the only damage the books suffered was a few warped covers, thank goodness.
I called the emergency line only after I got things off the floor. And they didn't bother coming out until after the rain had stopped.
About an inch of standing water in my apartment.
The worker goes to the other half to investigate.
It would seem SOMEone unplugged the sump pump. Now, it plugs in to an outlet in the ceiling, so it's possible, though not probable that it fell out on its own (tight plug, it was hard to get it back in, so it seems like it would be difficult for it to fall out). Now, I know that thing makes noise, my apartment is next to it, it is loudest to me. I can only guess that maybe someone else didn't know what it was for and didn't like the noise.
They offered to let me stay in an unoccupied unit in another building. But here's the catch. The unit was pet free. I had to call my parents, who lived over an hour away, at night, to come pick up the cat.
And then, and I can see how this mistake could be made, they had to get equipment to the basement, to dry the floor. I wasn't there.
Apparently they just hired a company, gave them the key, and told them where to go.
So when I do come back, I find that they left the door open between my apartment and the wash room, so that anyone in the complex could have walked in. Fortunately it was a small complex, five units, everyone there was, if not intelligent, reasonable honest and trustworthy, so it wasn't the problem that it could have been. But.
I think they went through my unit and didn't realize that everyone upstairs could access the basement as well on that side, maybe they just thought it was an extension of my unit. I don't know. But the people from the real estate co. should have been there, IMO, to let them in.
I am happy I no longer live there.