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stonepicnicking_okapi1. Last night there was a massive leak in the boys' bedroom and I had every bucket, trash bin, baking sheet, and towel out. We called the emergency maintenance twice and got an AI voice telling us that it sounded like something that could be dealt with during business hour. Fuck you, you miserable pieces of shit.
So the drip-drip-drip all night drove me insane.
We even banged on the door upstairs but she wouldn't open the door!
I put the boys in my bed and I slept on the floor for about 2 hours. Then around 430, I got up, meditated, made the boys' lunches and packed a bag and went to the car. And slept for about an hour.
The ceiling crashed in about 7 am as the boys were getting ready for school. It's a mess. It's a complete and utter shite fest.
Then I fled and let the boys' father handle the maintenance and building management.
Maybe I'm a coward but it felt like 2016 the day after election day when the building management (different apartment) had decided the day before to cut ALL THE TREES, every single one, and I had non-stop chainsaws while the fascists took power for the first time and a completely devastated landscape when I stepped out of the door. And I started cutting again after years of not cutting.
I really want to cut but I threw away my stuff and I am trying really hard not to buy new stuff TODAY. I want to, it's just so overwhelming and that kind of sensory trigger (drip-drip-drip-sploosh where no one is going to come and help and there's nothing you can do but take it and it's so wrong and people are so callously carelessly cruel and nowhere is safe) but I am trying not to.
We had put in maintenance requests about the leak but of course they ignored them.
I am getting sleepy so I may go back to the car and take a nap. I suppose I could take a nap in the library but...I feel like getting in the car and going to a hotel and starting fresh with a new name and a new identity.
2. The job hasn't called me back, but I think I submitted all the paperwork.
This is my new favorite YT Garron Noone, the Irishman.
So the drip-drip-drip all night drove me insane.
We even banged on the door upstairs but she wouldn't open the door!
I put the boys in my bed and I slept on the floor for about 2 hours. Then around 430, I got up, meditated, made the boys' lunches and packed a bag and went to the car. And slept for about an hour.
The ceiling crashed in about 7 am as the boys were getting ready for school. It's a mess. It's a complete and utter shite fest.
Then I fled and let the boys' father handle the maintenance and building management.
Maybe I'm a coward but it felt like 2016 the day after election day when the building management (different apartment) had decided the day before to cut ALL THE TREES, every single one, and I had non-stop chainsaws while the fascists took power for the first time and a completely devastated landscape when I stepped out of the door. And I started cutting again after years of not cutting.
I really want to cut but I threw away my stuff and I am trying really hard not to buy new stuff TODAY. I want to, it's just so overwhelming and that kind of sensory trigger (drip-drip-drip-sploosh where no one is going to come and help and there's nothing you can do but take it and it's so wrong and people are so callously carelessly cruel and nowhere is safe) but I am trying not to.
We had put in maintenance requests about the leak but of course they ignored them.
I am getting sleepy so I may go back to the car and take a nap. I suppose I could take a nap in the library but...I feel like getting in the car and going to a hotel and starting fresh with a new name and a new identity.
2. The job hasn't called me back, but I think I submitted all the paperwork.
This is my new favorite YT Garron Noone, the Irishman.
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Date: 2025-06-11 07:15 pm (UTC)