My roommate at I came home last night at about 10:45 pm and immediately knew that something was wrong.
When we got to the rear of the apartment, we noticed a bizarre wet-rot type smell, accompanied by gravelly crunching noises beneath our feet. Only when we reached the bathroom did we realize the true gravity of the situation.
The top half of our bathroom is now laying on the bottom half. Our ceiling has completely collapsed… drywall, rotten wood, rusty pipes (!!), and cement are piled three feet high on the floor, in the toilet, in the sink, and in the tub. Oh, and there’s water damage. It looks like a bomb went off in there.
Here’s where the story gets exciting.
Once the shock wore off, we noticed that there was water still dripping from what was left of the ceiling, and that the rate of drippage (?) was increasing steadily. We started to panic… what if someone upstairs slipped and fell in the tub, and is now unconscious with running water pouring everywhere? Knocking on their door yielded no answer, but when we pressed our ears to the door, we could definitely hear water running that sounded like a shower. Freaking the fuck out, we tried to get our super to come up and get into that apartment, but he was not at home. Concerned for the safety of our upstairs neighbor, we called the NY Fire Department.
… brief digression …
Ladies, everything you’ve heard is true. Firemen are hot. Even when they aren’t hot, they’re hot.
The brave firemen shimmied up the fire escape, broke into the other apartment (which was vacant, though my roommate and I could have sworn someone moved in a few months ago?!) and saw that their toilet was running. Once they shut it up, the dripping in our place stopped, and a semblance of peace was restored to the land.
Our super finally showed up at about 12:30 am, scratching his head and his ass. He seems to think that he can bring in a team of workmen and have the entire bathroom cleared out and ceiling fixed today. IANA home repair expert, but I call bullshit. At any rate, he’s in there now, no doubt continuing to scratch himself.
Do any Dopers have some encouraging words for me? How long does it really take to repair this sort of thing? Also, can we hold our landlord accountable for all the items that have been damaged? We did a tally of everything that had been destroyed, and so far it’s over $500 worth of stuff, including three expensive bottles of perfume, all of my roommate’s makeup, and an emotionally valuable art glass vase among other things.