And the landlord shows up, rings the bell, plunger in hand, 11:30 PM.
The downstairs is a mess, water pouring from the ceiling, there's an easy 10K flood damage. Raw sewage, eating the walls, drywall, carpets, filling the downstairs shower.
It's making my departure from here look increasingly attractive.
Tonight, work, slow - the first slow day in a month, long weekend. The Bosses Nephew has found out that the boss, he doesn't trust him so much and so he's got the dishwasher to move in and keep an eye on the house for the three weeks that he's away. He's not so pleased, he'll be moving in with the current girlfriend for a week or two at least...
And the bosses son, asking questions about creditors that have demanded settlements of 1/2 on his debts, he's accepted, he thinks it's a good deal, but will it affect his credit rating?
The boss, he just shakes his head, asks aloud to anyone who will listen - "How did I end up with such a fucking idiot for a son...."
The son, he's oblivious, he's now discussing the next Harry Potter movie and what will Voldemort do next....
It's a different world. 1 day left until vacation.