For the last week and a half, there's been a debacle going on in my apartment. I noticed a stain on the ceiling that kept growing and getting black. Fearing mold, I called maintenance. Turns out a pipe started leaking. A lot. A hole was cut out of my ceiling and bucket placed underneath it until said pipe could be repaired. I was warned it would take a few days, to get the correct parts and whatnot. It was supposed to have been repaired on friday, the 4th. However, we had a "winter storm" in Houston (Read: 2 inches of snow freaking everyone out, making them think it's the apocalypse.) So, of COURSE no one could drive to get the parts.
Monday arrives, and it turns out the local part shop doesn't have it. So, it's going to take another day, and causing the maintenance crew to drive farther out to the shop many many miles away to get said parts. Parts are obtained Tuesday morning, work is commencing.
Complications are struck. Work paused.
finally, FINALLY, I'm told, "Ok, it WILL be done by Wednesday!"
I come home. No hole. No bucket! Rejoice!
I go to take a shower a few minutes ago. Turn the water on to the dial I know is my favorite temp. Grab towels, strip down, hop in, turn around to wet my hair.
Boiling. Hot. Water!!
I yelp, turn around and try to adjust it down.
There is NO adjusting it! It's stuck on boiling hot no matter the point on the dial. I shut off the shower, but the damage is done. I'm scalded/burned down my back. Breasts, belly, face, ears and right knee, too (since I first hopped in the shower on the right side) I test all the taps in my apartment. I have no cold water. At ALL. That's when I realize the toilet is making funny noises. I try to flush it. The tank is empty because it can't refill. No cold water.
I took pics of the damage. I'm bright red and in pain, and currently have wet washcloths I tossed in the freezer for a few minutes, draped on my chest and back, and wrapped around my knee. It burns.
I called the emergency maintenance line. Supposedly, if it's considered a real emergency, they'll call me back.
I'm still waiting. And I'm crying because it hurts, and I just want my water to work correctly, and I can't even shower. Now my hair's wet and it's going to get tangled and nasty because I can't wash it without burning my scalp.
And I really, REALLY want a call back, but if I don't get one before midnight (an hour and ten minutes, in my time zone) I'm going to bed, and will raise hell as soon as the office opens tomorrow morning. I think plumbing problems constitute an emergency. We'll see what the maintenance and management office say.
ETA: Upon sitting, I discovered somewhere else, red, raw and scalded. And no. It's NOT my ass. But that I will not take a picture of.
Monday arrives, and it turns out the local part shop doesn't have it. So, it's going to take another day, and causing the maintenance crew to drive farther out to the shop many many miles away to get said parts. Parts are obtained Tuesday morning, work is commencing.
Complications are struck. Work paused.
finally, FINALLY, I'm told, "Ok, it WILL be done by Wednesday!"
I come home. No hole. No bucket! Rejoice!
I go to take a shower a few minutes ago. Turn the water on to the dial I know is my favorite temp. Grab towels, strip down, hop in, turn around to wet my hair.
Boiling. Hot. Water!!
I yelp, turn around and try to adjust it down.
There is NO adjusting it! It's stuck on boiling hot no matter the point on the dial. I shut off the shower, but the damage is done. I'm scalded/burned down my back. Breasts, belly, face, ears and right knee, too (since I first hopped in the shower on the right side) I test all the taps in my apartment. I have no cold water. At ALL. That's when I realize the toilet is making funny noises. I try to flush it. The tank is empty because it can't refill. No cold water.
I took pics of the damage. I'm bright red and in pain, and currently have wet washcloths I tossed in the freezer for a few minutes, draped on my chest and back, and wrapped around my knee. It burns.
I called the emergency maintenance line. Supposedly, if it's considered a real emergency, they'll call me back.
I'm still waiting. And I'm crying because it hurts, and I just want my water to work correctly, and I can't even shower. Now my hair's wet and it's going to get tangled and nasty because I can't wash it without burning my scalp.
And I really, REALLY want a call back, but if I don't get one before midnight (an hour and ten minutes, in my time zone) I'm going to bed, and will raise hell as soon as the office opens tomorrow morning. I think plumbing problems constitute an emergency. We'll see what the maintenance and management office say.
ETA: Upon sitting, I discovered somewhere else, red, raw and scalded. And no. It's NOT my ass. But that I will not take a picture of.

Is the building using a boiler or do each unit have its own water heater? Either way that is way too hot. What if a child or old person had that happen to them. If you have burns in the nether regions it needs to be looked at, an infection would not be good.

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