Sunday, April 18, 2010

I'm Drowning In Shit, And It's Not Mine.

I spent five hours cleaning my bathroom and solarium floor last night.  Once all the sewage was cleaned up I bleached everything: the floor, the tub, the toilet, the sink and the legs of the furniture that's too big for me to move.  By the time I was finished it was close to 10:30.  I put the furniture I could get out of the Solarium back in place and then spent a little bit of time on twitter.  While I was sitting at my computer I started hearing a bubbling sound.  It was sewage bubbling up through the floor drain.  And while I was listening to that disaster begin again, I could also hear the New Kids having a party in the backyard.  This situation is getting very close to pushing me over the edge.

Phillip called me last night to let me know that he's getting spam type email from my facebook site.  I've sent no one any email invites from FB. I don't know how to use facebook well enough to do anything with it.  Turns out I have two facebook accounts, and one of them is sending out email.  I now want to close out all of my facebook existance and stop that madness. By the time Phillip and I were through talking I was in tears.

I did a 1:00 AM clean up of the last shit storm of the day and then went to bed.  I got up this morning to find the floor still clean and used the toilet.  I flushed. So far so good.  Then I got my coffee and took the dogs outside.  I came back into the house to hear the bubbling noise.  The bathroom/solarium is now flooded with about 3 inches of sewage water.  I'm shaking with rage and grief.  I called Joe's Triple A.  Joe answered the phone and said his weekend crew is in Church but as soon as they're out, he'll send them to my house.

I walked over to the main house to see if there is sewage water in the basement there.  It didn't look like there's new flooding there, but it's 60 degrees outside and they have the furnace cranking hot air. I'd bet money they also have the windows open.  I'm shaking with rage. I know I can't talk to them now, or who knows what the next assault on the house will be?