Flood

Hullo, everyone. Long time no see. I'm now back at CMU, but sadly, not back in my apartment. Upon my return, I found out, much to be disgruntlement (and that's an understatement) that there was a sewage backup in my apartment and the toilet had literally spewed out everything that was in the pipes. That must have started around Friday night, as the apartment below us started complaining to housing about leaks in their ceiling on Saturday. Housing decided it wasn't anything to worry about. At least, that's what they thought until the ceiling downstairs started caving in. "Well, that's not right...," Housing people said to themselves and when they went to inspect, there was raw sewage all over my apartment. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, RAW SEWAGE. So the fellows in dingy whites did their thing and did a prelimenary cleanup of the apartments, throwing out boxes. One box in particular was next to my desk. It contained many important things, most of which I can't remember (I'll probably remember right when I need them). Some things that I do remember were a) the key to my studio (fine of $50 is being incurred), b) all startup disks for my OS (to get replacement disks, it'll cost somewhere between $80-$180), c) 8 MB Smartmedia memory card (I don't think they even sell those anymore, but a 32 MB one is around $15) among other camera paraphrenalia, d) extra wires for my comp. O yes, and my violin case is ruined ($165). O and my drawing portfolio? Ruined. Dance shoes? Gone. I don't have a place for my computer, so I have to content myself with using labs. I don't want to have to bring my stuff all the way over to Donner where the only open room they have is on the THIRD FLOOR WITH NO ELEVATOR so I'm staying with Christi in her temporary room where I sleep on the floor (not too shabby though).
You know what also annoys me? They were joking around and making fun of the whole situation while they were cleaning up apparently. Sorry, but I don't think sewage in the room where I sleep is very funny. And also, THEY WON'T COMPENSATE FOR MY LOSSES. Well, they'd better at least pay me for the things they threw out, because that was not only a loss, it was a breach of contract. Housing Services is not allowed to touch students' personal belongings. They said so themselves. Throwing out a box full of important items is touching my personal belongings. So there.
Can you tell I've been in a terrible, horrible, very bad mood lately? And I'm tired, but there's no where I can go to take a nap.