More toilet woes.
talkinboutstuffseoul said: Imagine the same circumstance, but with a completely fluent, native speaking head teacher. He makes me want to scream.
Yes! She’s fluent, too! It makes it extra irritating because she’s the nicest and most responsible of all of the handlers I’ve ever had, the best at English, and she’s the least efficient at doing her job!
Today I came in and asked when, and she just exasperatedly said, “Soon!”
I asked her when she’d last called the landlady, and she said that she hadn’t spoken to her since yesterday.
And then I (very unprofessionally and very embarrassingly) flipped my shit and told her that I have to pee in my sink (don’t judge; I have no toilet and can’t always be at coffee shops when nature calls) and that we’re coming up on a long weekend and I find it hard to believe that no one has given an estimation of how long it’ll be and that this is her job.
And then we had a more civilized conversation and both of us apologized. I explained my frustrations that she’s dropped the ball in the past and that I feel like everyone’s forgetting it’s a long weekend. I also told her that I feel like neither she nor my landlady understand that I don’t have anywhere to use the bathroom right now. Apparently the plumber has another job to do, but he got the serial number of the toilet and needs to look up if it’s in stock — but I still don’t understand why he can’t easily give an estimation of when this will be fixed or why he hasn’t called yet with that information. Or, better yet, why we can’t just call another plumber.
After our conversation, I was feeling much better about the situation overall, although still slightly embarrassed by what I’d said. I had a great last day of camp, what with a pizza party and then some major bonding with my second graders, but once I got back to my office, my co-teacher was gone. No note. Nothing. She hasn’t contacted me either. So I still have no fucking idea when this fucking toilet will be fucking fixed. It’s looking like it’s going to be on Wednesday, if I’m lucky.
Not happy. Not feeling better.
Looks like I’ll be making a trip to the plumbing market tomorrow with Bacon and fixing this stupid thing myself.
