Oh, my little grease spots, such thrilling times here at the old Chez peenee. Early one morning last week I was blasted out of bed by the fire alarm in my building. The alarm is deliberately so painfully shrill and loud that there is no ignoring it. I know because I have tried to do just that. It turns out an apartment at the other end of the hall on the floor above me had indulged in a small kitchen fire which, fortunately, was put out with no real damage from the fire. Unfortunately, the sprinklers went off and flooded most of the building. My unit was one of the very few that were not damaged; out of 75 apartments, only 12 wound up unscathed.
It's really been very impressive how fast the emergency remediation of all the water damage has been. They have ripped out all the sheetrock walls and ceilings in the hallway and most of the fucked up apartments and they've had dehumidifiers and heaters blasting for almost a week now. My end of the hall is unaffected except for the noise and the heat. In case you were wondering what it's like living in a sauna, I am here to tell you it is not all it's cracked up to be. Although Toby thinks it's absolutely great.
They've finished the demolition and will be moving on to construction next week. Having lived through a couple of renovations when I owned a house, I know that these things will take longer than I might hope for. Worse still is that none of the construction guys are in the least bit attractive. Dammit.
Guys who would make for excellent tradies:
Hurray, Peenee is back! I was about to ask if we needed to get you the Chinese mobile app "Are You Dead Yet?" I'm as sorry to hear about the flooding in your building as I am to hear that the neither the sauna nor the construction workers fit the fantasy. Weren't there any hot young neighbors who could move in with you and share a bed for a bit?
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