dilly dilly

yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
2005-11-09 12:04 pm

so, yesterday.

db and i tend to shower together for a slew of sordid reasons which i will gladly list:

we rise at the same time, all but wednesday mornings
the hot water tank is the size of a thimble so if we go one at a time... well, really we just go "one" and the other has to wait a day
we like to be together, a lot
naked is fun
we plan to save the earth by conserving shower water

upon my return from san diego, i noticed outloud that the shower water, rather than draining, was rising. rapidly.

when asked, db replied "yeah, i noticed that the other day." (or something to that effect).

three things here: 1. db noticed and didn't try to fix it. 2. db noticed and didn't tell me so i could try to fix it. 3. db noticed and didn't call the landlord so they could fix it or have a plumber come.

so nightly, for the last week, i have been pouring a drain-o like liquid down the drain, and have been growing more and more weary and desperate as the clog stubbornly stuck around.

i had contemplated calling the landlord - the elderly couple who live downstairs - hoping they would have some magical knowledge or abundance of cash to fix this horrendous problem. afterall, i really don't like having my feet and legs all gooped up with dirty bathwater.

finally, yesterday morning, db looks at the full tub, bends over, says "maybe this will help," and flicks the little drain knob.

THE MOFO TUB STARTS DRAINING!

am i happy? do i jump for joy and praise my brilliant boyfriend for his genius and life saving wits?

no.

quite the opposite.

i was livid. although, gigglingly livid (thats where you are angry but the situation is also funny, so you giggle and are angry simultaneously).

it was a bit infuriating that more than a week ago when the "clog" made its first appearance that db 1. wasnt motivated to fix the problem, and 2. let me go on an entire week trying to fix it before he simply bent over and flicked the knob.

i admit, there may be a bit of me that is pissed that _i_ couldnt figure it out myself. i mean, who the hell doesnt try the damn knob first? so simple, its easy to miss. but really i feel a bit put out - all this work and stressing and problem solving, when all it would have taken was some interest and effort on db's part.

the moral of the story... actually, both morals are:

take ownership of household problems and help your partner / roommate / friend rather than letting things go. it prevents one person from always feeling responsible for everything, thus stressed and anxious and pissy
try the obvious, first

ps. i have since forgiven db for being both too freaking "chillaxed" and wonderfully brilliant. we are now residing most-happily in our apartment in jp, without animals or enough folks with which to play apples to apples.

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weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22