The Truffle Is, Like, Totally Undervalued

Let's start with the leak: Sometime Thursday afternoon a sprinkler pipe in the third floor apartment above us broke. I finally got a call around 3:45 pm but being in the Library I missed it. I got a worrisome message from our apartment manager, "It's really important to call me back as soon as you get this message, something has happened." Because that's not panic inducing. When we did get back everyone kept apologizing like they'd gone in and personally hacked open the pipe. Our bedroom and bathroom were soaked as was the south half of the living room and Rona's room to some extent. It could have been a lot worse: our upstairs neighbor came home from work to water gushing from a hole in the siding (spraying water and insulation all over another neighbor's truck). We lost a road atlas, a long box (but not the comics stored in it thankfully), and all the feet on our bedside table split. There are also minor water stains on the bottom of our IKEA shelves/tv stand thingy. Oh and the world's comfiest futon is a loss since it was being kept on the floor in our closet. We stayed at my parents house that night.

Friday at 8 am 3 of the emergency carpenters, the building maintenance man and a few people from Manpower started moving all of our stuff from out ground floor flat to the third floor just up the hill. In about 4 hours everything up stairs and by 6 pm Sara and I thought we knew where everything was approximately so we bailed and had curry with my parents. So now we are living out of boxes until they fix the old place so we can move back down. Hopefully it will be soon. Until then we'll just keep hoping that the open network nearby remains so otherwise we won't have the internet until we move back down either.