So last night I woke up to this sludge all over the house. It clearly flowed out from the little drain built into our kitchen floor and flowed all the way past the dining table. Some water had flowed a little further to the living room ironically next to Yoshi's pee mats. And I didn't even see it right away - the lights were all off when I woke up closer to 07:00pm and I literally stumbled across the mess. Thankfully I maintained balance when I near slipped on the huge puddle of water in the middle of the unit. Naturally I was a little horrified once I finally got the lights open.
So I spent that first hour after waking trying to clean up the mess. I'm only thankful that is was your usual drain scum with isolated food bits mixed in. Kitchen drainage is a lot better than bathroom drainage after all, right? Yoshi had managed to remain completely dry despite having been left along all afternoon. He's such a smart dog.
I plunged more money into Uber today in an effort to get home by 10:00am in time for the appointment I had set with the Maintenance folks. The guy who looked at things last night figures that there's a clog somewhere in the sewer line that we share with the unit next door, so they'll need to try to use one of those really long plumber's snake to dislodge whatever may be down there. But it's nearly 11:00am and they're still not here and I'm feeling pretty cranky. Tobie was worried that the problem might recur sometime in the night and it took quite a while before he got some sleep earlier.
These are all part of the challenges when you live in a condo or even a townhouse that shares walls with other units. Well, to be fair, any homeowner risks such issues I suppose. You never really know what unexpected problems may crop up regardless of your style of residence. It's just a matter of how well you can roll with the punches and get back on your feet.