ooops, Vegas blimp has problem-filled Thanksgiving (new additional 11-28)

[franksolich]

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Damn.

Ege Bamyasi
November 26, 2009

Sometimes these things just write themselves, and all I have to do is sit here and tap a few keys.

We've been in this apartment we're in now for 16 months now. In that time, we've never had a plumbing problem other than the bathtub drain being clogged with hair which collected around the drain stopper mechanism. It took Jeanette all of 5 minutes to correct that problem.

Today, our kitchen sink is possessed. It won't drain, and even better it occasionally vomits up clumps of greasy, hairy... something. We discovered this when Jeanette tried to get the dishes done so that we could start our Thanksgiving dinner going. Well, there is currently no way to do the dishes; therefore, there is no way to prepare any food. Joe's been back in his cave all day so far, after being up a very long time yesterday waiting on a package, so he's not aware of this yet. I expected us to be long done with our own meal preparations by now, and instead all I've done is trim our green beans and throw them back in the fridge.

We just made a call to the emergency maintenance line, but that number won't even let you leave a verbal message. You can only input your apartment number and pray for a call back. It's been 15 minutes so far, and nothing. If our whole apartment were flooding at this point we'd likely be s**t out of luck.

I'm going to take our camera and post a YouTube video of the current state of our kitchen, because I think I'll need to watch it a few times for it to sink in that this isn't a joke.

I'll update if anything changes.

UPDATE - It appears that a serious treatment of drain opener may have solved the problem. We don't know yet though, because the instructions say to leave it for an hour before running any water. We're still in wait and see mode. If this works out then I guess we can at least say "better late than never", otherwise the whole day will end up a wash.

Also, I tried going out and shooting some video with the camera, but of course I didn't have it properly set to record. Jeanette showed me what to do, so if we actually get cooking, we can do a video of our spread instead when it's done. Go go gadget vegebird!  

UPDATE 2 - Nope, no go. Sink still backs up with water mere seconds after you turn on the tap. Office won't be open until noon tomorrow, but we'll be ringing them off the hook the moment they're open. Still no call back from emergency maintenance, either. I'll be back with more tomorrow. Right now I'm too annoyed to say much more without it coming out really unwholesome.  

UPDATE 3 - Called "emergency maintenance" three times now and left pages with our apartment number and our phone number. No response whatsoever. Turns out, the bathroom sink on Joe's side backed up to the point to running over, and water has spilled out over the entire bathroom area floor around his sink and toilet, and a little bit also made it under the door into the common shower area. We have towels and blankets which needed washing down all over the floor, but I'm going to have to probably put on shoes or something just to go into the bathroom since the last thing I need is filthy water soaking through my foot wraps. The office is going to get more of an earful out of me than they can imagine when they're finally open tomorrow, and I'm prepared at this point to try and make it over there in person. I'm not even sure I can cover the entire distance right now but I honestly don't care.

We tried to get footage of the mess in Joe's bathroom area, but he's pretty much asleep and it's too dark to do much. I'll try again in the morning before maintenance ever gets here.

This, on Thanksgiving of all days. OMFG.

The guy just has no luck, no luck at all.

First, his birthday gets ruined when the van driver gives the Vegas blimp and his wife a tour of the sights of Last Vegas instead of taking them to a restaurant, and now this.

One is reassured, though, that bad luck, like good luck, is not forever.  It changes.

[franksolich]

You know, I'm starting to lose my admiration and esteem for the gigantic primitive.

Something's going on here, and it's not good.

The gigantic primitive is starting to make excuses for his own failures, alleging that outside forces (George Bush, the medical establishment, the van driver, lousy plumbing) are preventing him from succeeding.

Myself being deaf, I can see this from a mile away, as I've done it myself, too many times to count, blaming other people, other things, for my own failures.....and it never came to a good end.

Obstacles are challenges, but they're also opportunities.

If the gigantic primitive had the appropriate attitude, he would just say, "Oh well, excresence happens," and then call up the van driver to give his wife and him another tour of Last Vegas, perhaps stopping in at the casino where the gigantic primitive used to work, to greet old pals there.  Joe, the roommate, could stay home to take a returned telephone call, or the service call.

Or the gigantic primitive and his wife could take a bus to go visit his mother-in-law down in Arizona for the duration, having a good time there.  Again, in the meantime, Joe could stay at home to take a returned telephone call, or to let a serviceman inside, whichever one happens.

I'm not God, but I'm starting to see the end-result of this (blaming other people, other things), and it's not good.

One hopes, very badly, the gigantic primitive undergoes some sort of attitude adjustment.

[franksolich]

Or another idea that occurred to me.

Surely the gigantic primitive is aware the cross-eyed Iowa primitive (the "Hawkeye-X" primitive), he of the hefty bulk and four eyes, is in Last Vegas this weekend, and they could arrange a get-together, again leaving Joe at home to deal with a returned telephone call or a serviceman.

[miskie]

I consider this a moment of good luck for the gigantic one.

Being forced to eat only vegetables and fruits for thanksgiving can only do him good.

[Carl]

You know, I'm starting to lose my admiration and esteem for the gigantic primitive.

Something's going on here, and it's not good.

The gigantic primitive is starting to make excuses for his own failures, alleging that outside forces (George Bush, the medical establishment, the van driver, lousy plumbing) are preventing him from succeeding.

Myself being deaf, I can see this from a mile away, as I've done it myself, too many times to count, blaming other people, other things, for my own failures.....and it never came to a good end.

Obstacles are challenges, but they're also opportunities.

If the gigantic primitive had the appropriate attitude, he would just say, "Oh well, excresence happens," and then call up the van driver to give his wife and him another tour of Last Vegas, perhaps stopping in at the casino where the gigantic primitive used to work, to greet old pals there.  Joe, the roommate, could stay home to take a returned telephone call, or the service call.

Or the gigantic primitive and his wife could take a bus to go visit his mother-in-law down in Arizona for the duration, having a good time there.  Again, in the meantime, Joe could stay at home to take a returned telephone call, or to let a serviceman inside, whichever one happens.

I'm not God, but I'm starting to see the end-result of this (blaming other people, other things), and it's not good.

One hopes, very badly, the gigantic primitive undergoes some sort of attitude adjustment.

Yet has voted dem over and over believing that somehow it will make his life better (listening resident troll V) and it never has.
Only he can do that for himself.

[Splashdown]

You know, I'm starting to lose my admiration and esteem for the gigantic primitive.

Something's going on here, and it's not good.

The gigantic primitive is starting to make excuses for his own failures, alleging that outside forces (George Bush, the medical establishment, the van driver, lousy plumbing) are preventing him from succeeding.

Myself being deaf, I can see this from a mile away, as I've done it myself, too many times to count, blaming other people, other things, for my own failures.....and it never came to a good end.

Obstacles are challenges, but they're also opportunities.

If the gigantic primitive had the appropriate attitude, he would just say, "Oh well, excresence happens," and then call up the van driver to give his wife and him another tour of Last Vegas, perhaps stopping in at the casino where the gigantic primitive used to work, to greet old pals there.  Joe, the roommate, could stay home to take a returned telephone call, or the service call.

Or the gigantic primitive and his wife could take a bus to go visit his mother-in-law down in Arizona for the duration, having a good time there.  Again, in the meantime, Joe could stay at home to take a returned telephone call, or to let a serviceman inside, whichever one happens.

I'm not God, but I'm starting to see the end-result of this (blaming other people, other things), and it's not good.

One hopes, very badly, the gigantic primitive undergoes some sort of attitude adjustment.

Once one takes resopnsibilty for oneself, one invariably turns conservative. You may be wishing him right off of DU!

[Toastedturningtidelegs]

I consider this a moment of good luck for the gigantic one.

Being forced to eat only vegetables and fruits for thanksgiving can only do him good.

Yes but horrible for the plumbing!

[Tucker]

Or another idea that occurred to me.

Surely the gigantic primitive is aware the cross-eyed Iowa primitive (the "Hawkeye-X" primitive), he of the hefty bulk and four eyes, is in Last Vegas this weekend, and they could arrange a get-together, again leaving Joe at home to deal with a returned telephone call or a serviceman.

No smorgasbord would be safe.

As to his luck, It's not going to change. One day he will look back on his life and think "If only........"

[franksolich]

No smorgasbord would be safe.

As to his luck, It's not going to change. One day he will look back on his life and think "If only........"

This is what gets me about the primitive mind-set.

Their cerebral arteries are clogged.

The primitives make a plan, "Plan A."

Something happens that interferes with completion of "Plan A."

So then the primitives sit down and bawl and wail.

Decent and civilized people make a plan, "Plan A."

And if something happens that interferes with fulfillment of "Plan A," decent and civilized people have in place another plan, "Plan B."

Gawd, these people are dumber than rocks.

[Chris]

You got that right.

[Carl]

This is what gets me about the primitive mind-set.

Their cerebral arteries are clogged.

The primitives make a plan, "Plan A."

Something happens that interferes with completion of "Plan A."

So then the primitives sit down and bawl and wail.

Decent and civilized people make a plan, "Plan A."

And if something happens that interferes with fulfillment of "Plan A," decent and civilized people have in place another plan, "Plan B."

Gawd, these people are dumber than rocks.

Case in point...

We discovered this when Jeanette tried to get the dishes done so that we could start our Thanksgiving dinner going

Not a clean dish in the place to start cooking with?

[kenth]

This is what gets me about the primitive mind-set.

Their cerebral arteries are clogged.

The primitives make a plan, "Plan A."

Something happens that interferes with completion of "Plan A."

So then the primitives sit down and bawl and wail.

Decent and civilized people make a plan, "Plan A."

And if something happens that interferes with fulfillment of "Plan A," decent and civilized people have in place another plan, "Plan B."

Gawd, these people are dumber than rocks.

Yep, it's pathetic. They are unadaptable, by choice. There is a way of unclogging a drain line on Thanksgiving day when maintenance personnel are enjoying their day off. It doesn't involve professional plumbers. It doesn't involve emergency services. It doesn't involve government. The dummies would never guess what it is.

[Tucker]

Yep, it's pathetic. They are unadaptable, by choice. There is a way of unclogging a drain line on Thanksgiving day when maintenance personnel are enjoying their day off. It doesn't involve professional plumbers. It doesn't involve emergency services. It doesn't involve government. The dummies would never guess what it is.

Move to another place?**

**DUmmy mode on.

[Carl]

Move to another place?**

**DUmmy mode on.

Send it to Keef,call your Congressman,call the White House,email the local newspaper.

You know all the "stuff" they do to work so hard at things.

[claret1995]

 I think it would be quite easy for a dummy

Call a dummy male friend from the dump,with  their vast experiences at sucking ,the clog could be pulled out in mere moments

[Alpha Mare]

 I think it would be quite easy for a dummy

Call a dummy male friend from the dump,with  their vast experiences at sucking ,the clog could be pulled out in mere moments

It took Jeanette all of 5 minutes to correct that problem.
 
We discovered this when Jeanette tried to get the dishes done

Joe's been back in his cave all day so far, after being up a very long time yesterday waiting on a package,

Talk about being useless, sheesh.  Give Jeanette a break, wake up Stoner Joe and clean out the trap IDIOT!

[AllosaursRus]

Talk about being useless, sheesh.  Give Jeanette a break, wake up Stoner Joe and clean out the trap IDIOT!

Actually, if the sinks in both apartments are backing up, the clog is farther down the line from the trap. Most likely having been caused by the "Vegas Blimp" taking a hellacious DUmp!

Sounds like they need a plumbers snake in order to get at the clog. Of course a long stiff wire could also alleviate the problem.

[longview]

Actually, if the sinks in both apartments are backing up, the clog is farther down the line from the trap. Most likely having been caused by the "Vegas Blimp" taking a hellacious DUmp!

Sounds like they need a plumbers snake in order to get at the clog. Of course a long stiff wire could also alleviate the problem.

That's what I was thinking.  Even though I rent when my company moves me around, I always have some basic tools and equipment so I can fix things (like this or leaking faucets).  I can't imagine waiting for someone to come do stuff like this and landlords love me.

Oh wait, they're DUmmies.  Color me silly.

[BadCat]

I wanna know why they have hair in their kitchen sink.

[crockspot]

I'm visualizing the girl in the office as he approaches, similar to a scene from an Austin Powers movie:

*thump/rumble*.........  *thump/rumble*.........  *thump/rumble*.........  *thump/rumble*.........  *thump/rumble*.........  *thump/rumble*......... 

GET IN MY BELLY!

[GOBUCKS]

So Wino Joe the roommate hit the sack after flooding his bathroom, Gargantua is shuffling around with Kleenex boxes tied to his feet, shooting home movies, while Jeanette dials the landlord over and over. The kitchen drain somehow got clogged with hair, and they somehow have a complete drain blockage somewhere downstream of the traps. Considering where the clog likely is, a couple more flushes and not a drop will leave the apartment. Sounds like a typical DUmmy Thanksgiving.

[franksolich]

So Wino Joe the roommate hit the sack after flooding his bathroom, Gargantua is shuffling around with Kleenex boxes tied to his feet, shooting home movies, while Jeanette dials the landlord over and over. The kitchen drain somehow got clogged with hair, and they somehow have a complete drain blockage somewhere downstream of the traps. Considering where the clog likely is, a couple more flushes and not a drop will leave the apartment. Sounds like a typical DUmmy Thanksgiving.

Damn, that's good, sir.

Awesome evaluation of the situation.

[Tucker]

Damn, that's good, sir.

Awesome evaluation of the situation.

Maybe too good. The image that it creates is not a pretty one.

[franksolich]

More.

Ege Bamyasi
November 27, 2009

I slept all day today. Didn't even want to be up and about after yesterday's mess.

Jeanette ended up calling the apartment office from work during her break time since I wasn't feeling good, and she had to leave a message on their machine even though they were open.

The office called the apartment at about 3 this afternoon and I had to get out of bed to answer. I explained to the guy from the office about our clogged sinks and how nobody ever answered from the emergency maintenance number last night. He didn't sound at all pleased about that, and said he'd have the workers over immediately.

I had Joe get up and wait in the front room for the handy man as I was still exhausted. I woke up a couple of times from the sounds of the plumbing snake and the carpet cleaning machine they used in Joe's room where the carpet got wet. As far as we know, everything is fixed now.

Joe said to me that he would at least try to clean up some of the dishes that couldn't get done, to make it possible for Jeanette to get straight to cooking our Thanksgiving stuff if she had the energy when she got home today. At one point, Jeanette called here from work but Joe answered his phone and talked to her before I could pick up ours. I was too tired to make any sense, so I just hung our extension back up and went back to bed.

I'm finally somewhat awake now at past 7 in the evening. Jeanette should be home in the next hour. I'm not concerned with whether or not she wants to make our meal tonight or not, as there is always something we can have now that our kitchen is fully functional again. I'm just glad the stupidity is over for now.

I hope the rest of you had a better Thanksgiving than ours, though I suspect it wouldn't be a tough one to top! As long as everyone was able to avoid the usual arguments over politics and "where do you get your protein??", then that's golden.

[franksolich]

You know, I'm starting to have my suspicions here.

And remember the cardinal rule: DUmmies lie, all the time, DUmmies lie.

I'm starting to suspect that maybe the gigantic primitive didn't start off at 530+ pounds, his ostensible highest weight--maybe it was more like 730+ pounds.

And that the gigantic primitive isn't down to 440+ pounds--maybe he's down to only 640+ pounds.

It seems unreal that whatever little exertion the gigantic primitive put into Thanksgiving would wear him out to where he sleeps constantly.  I could see it tiring a 440+ pound person, but not that much.

Also.....the wife had the whole weekend off, until next Monday.  Why was she at work on Friday?

Things are starting to not add up, or subtract.