My first apartment problem.

Let me start this off by wrapping up the weekend before I go into the terribleness that is today.

Saturday consisted of me doing next to nothing besides buying prosciutto and gouda and proceeding to make delicious sandwiches with them. Sunday on the other hand involved me trying in vain to find a USA to European plug adapter since I apparently lost mine. After staggering around the gallerian, which is basically a mall, I gave up and met up with Amy to go to eat and go to the Hallwylska Museum. We ate at a place called Taco Bar, which despite its name was actually pretty delicious and reasonably priced. It actually is a bar as well, that's not just a name. The museum was the house of a countess back in the late 1800s that was converted into a museum after she died. We got an English guided tour which was really interesting actually.

On to today then. Today I woke up and did my dishes because I was going to have someone over to fix my cable so I can get the one promised English channel. After I finish doing my dishes I hear dripping in the bathroom. The toilet had completely backed up and there was naaaasty water everywhere. Good God...I decided to call my landlord despite it being about 8. He didn't answer. I eventually gave up and went to work to call him later. I got back home at about noon and mopped the bathroom (I had already turned the water off to the toilet). My landlord showed up, explained the laundry, and called a guy to fix the bathroom who I am now waiting on.

What a shitty day, literally.

-Brandon