Holy leaking water, Batman!

So we seem to be cursed with stuff breaking lately. Today it was the hot water heater in the apartment that decided to shit the bed. D apparently heard Thomas meowing at about 7 in the morning, but didn't think much of it since he tends to do that anyway if he feels he's not getting enough attention (read: always) but she heard a different tone to it, got up and proceeded to step into about a foot* an inch of water. Yup, the hot water heater, which was probably the same age as me, bit the dust. Our poor downstairs neighbors also came up and told us their apartment was leaking as a result.

All this was happening when I was semi-asleep, since D woke me up to tell me what was happening and I went back to bed since I didn't have to get up for another two hours. D called the maintenance guy, so over the next two hours I heard the guys come in, take the old one out and install a new one while speaking a language I'm still not quite sure of (I'm pretty sure it wasn't a Slavic one since I'd have recognized at least some bits of it) including one point when I sat up and thought "Is that a welding torch I'm hearing?" It was. They were in and out in about an hour. Impressive.

And the good news is that this one is more energy efficient, so it'll hopefully cut down on the utility bills. And luckily I have to pay for none of it since it's the landlord's responsibility.

I did manage to get the air conditioner installed yesterday without either dropping it on my foot or dropping it into the courtyard, so at least that went without incident.

* That was how I originally typed that before I reread it. Now that would be a problem!