On September 23rd, we were watching TV in the bedroom, when Mary noticed a slight bubble in the ceiling that was leaking water into our apartment. Yet another advantage to living on the top floor. So we put a bucket under it, and called the maintenance man the next morning.
As you can see, I was not happy. The maintenance man came out the next day and "fixed" the leak on the roof. Our cieing, however, now had a bald patch where the paint had pretty much disolved.
Whatever he did, it didn't work. The next day it rained again, and the ceiling kept on dripping. Then leak number two. This one was more of a constant stream than a periodic drip. So that was fun trying to sleep when it sounds like someone is taking an eternal leak right next to your bed (please excuse the analogy...).
Well, as the days went on, new leaks kept springing up, and it was getting pretty frustrating. The maintenance man came out twice more, and "fixed" the problem...
No. He didn't. As you can see, by this time, an entire piece of sheet rock was starting to droop under the weight of all that water still in our ceiling.
Well, that was when we knew that we had to get out. We didn't want to still be in that apartment when the ceiling caved in on us. However, we didn't want to go back to paying rent. So, we were left with only one other option. Thus, for now, we are living with my parents. We got everything out of our bedroom first -- we just didn't want any of our stuff ruined. We have been moving the rest of our stuff over here and there (since we have until the end of the month anyway). Each time we go, the ceiling is a little worse. Here are some pics taken over the last few days.
Wow, that's looking pretty bad, huh? Oh you think so, do you? Well take a look at this!
