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Aug. 10th, 2018 05:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishThursday morning I woke up to a sink full of dirty dishwater.
"Must have backed up again when the dishwasher was running," I said.
I stayed home from work and spent a couple of hours trying to plunge it so that it would drain. Eventually it started to trickle away, and I poured some Drano down to loosen the clog.
Fifteen minutes later Drano-infused dishwater started coming back up through the drain. And also through the dishwasher, where it started spilling onto the floor.
For future reference, this is the point at which I should have realised there was something going on here beyond my ability to comprehend, and called a plumber. I didn't, because I thought that the water having drained once meant I could get it to drain again. So I started dropping towels all over, trying to stop the water.
Holly came over for what was supposed to be me cooking dinner. Instead we went and got Ethiopian, and came back to yet more water on the floor. I ran the towels through the dryer, insufficiently. The one good thing to come of that was running into the guy across the hall, who said he was having the same problem (though I think without water on his floor). So he called the strata ex-caretaker who's now on strata council, and she said she'd get a plumber out tomorrow.
When I woke up the next morning the sink was empty, but it refilled (and the dishwasher re-overflowed) over the course of the morning. A plumber finally came out in early afternoon and cleared a huge grease clog ("plus an acorn"). By late afternoon the sink was working again. And the strata had sent out a guy from a remediation company, who left a giant dehumidifier in the kitchen. He said someone would be by on Tuesday to figure out what to do next.
To celebrate I had a few folks over for dinner, because I wanted to get a trial run on the tuna steak before I fed it to Erin. Dinner went well and was lovely and sociable. Then James and I went off to a concert which warrants its own entry but we'll see. And then Saturday morning I set the dishwasher to run while I went to yoga. I came back to ... a dishwasher full of dirty dishes.
Giant heat-producing humidifier during a Vancouver heat wave, plus nonfunctioning dishwasher, plus a whole bunch of dirty dishes, did not make for the happiest of Tuckers over the weekend. Most of my plans got either scuttled or delayed. Thankfully I had some excellent distraction/calming in the form of Karawynn, games-at-Holly's, and the arrival and presence of Erin.
As forteold, on Tuesday the remediation company sent out another guy, and I signed a paper saying "yes please tear up my floor" and he did so. He also pulled out the dishwasher and verified that the water may have wrecked some of the drywall but hadn't gone to mold, which is what I'd been afraid of. And finally he said "yeah, we can get someone to take a look at the dishwasher." So that was a huge relief.
And now I wait for them to get quotes on replacing the floor and some walls and baseboards, and looking at / fixing / replacing the dishwasher. As homeowner crises go, it could have been an awful lot worse. At least someone else is paying for this one.
"Must have backed up again when the dishwasher was running," I said.
I stayed home from work and spent a couple of hours trying to plunge it so that it would drain. Eventually it started to trickle away, and I poured some Drano down to loosen the clog.
Fifteen minutes later Drano-infused dishwater started coming back up through the drain. And also through the dishwasher, where it started spilling onto the floor.
For future reference, this is the point at which I should have realised there was something going on here beyond my ability to comprehend, and called a plumber. I didn't, because I thought that the water having drained once meant I could get it to drain again. So I started dropping towels all over, trying to stop the water.
Holly came over for what was supposed to be me cooking dinner. Instead we went and got Ethiopian, and came back to yet more water on the floor. I ran the towels through the dryer, insufficiently. The one good thing to come of that was running into the guy across the hall, who said he was having the same problem (though I think without water on his floor). So he called the strata ex-caretaker who's now on strata council, and she said she'd get a plumber out tomorrow.
When I woke up the next morning the sink was empty, but it refilled (and the dishwasher re-overflowed) over the course of the morning. A plumber finally came out in early afternoon and cleared a huge grease clog ("plus an acorn"). By late afternoon the sink was working again. And the strata had sent out a guy from a remediation company, who left a giant dehumidifier in the kitchen. He said someone would be by on Tuesday to figure out what to do next.
To celebrate I had a few folks over for dinner, because I wanted to get a trial run on the tuna steak before I fed it to Erin. Dinner went well and was lovely and sociable. Then James and I went off to a concert which warrants its own entry but we'll see. And then Saturday morning I set the dishwasher to run while I went to yoga. I came back to ... a dishwasher full of dirty dishes.
Giant heat-producing humidifier during a Vancouver heat wave, plus nonfunctioning dishwasher, plus a whole bunch of dirty dishes, did not make for the happiest of Tuckers over the weekend. Most of my plans got either scuttled or delayed. Thankfully I had some excellent distraction/calming in the form of Karawynn, games-at-Holly's, and the arrival and presence of Erin.
As forteold, on Tuesday the remediation company sent out another guy, and I signed a paper saying "yes please tear up my floor" and he did so. He also pulled out the dishwasher and verified that the water may have wrecked some of the drywall but hadn't gone to mold, which is what I'd been afraid of. And finally he said "yeah, we can get someone to take a look at the dishwasher." So that was a huge relief.
And now I wait for them to get quotes on replacing the floor and some walls and baseboards, and looking at / fixing / replacing the dishwasher. As homeowner crises go, it could have been an awful lot worse. At least someone else is paying for this one.
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