All right, so I live. It's hard for me to even think of writing in this thing since they took away my internet at work. Well, not mine, but internet as a whole. But whatever.
I woke up this morning (after just about 4 hours sleep, mind you) to my doglet wanting to go outside for her morning walk. She didn't do anything but sniff every blade of grass and made me want to fall asleep while holding the leash. So I go back inside with her after a few minutes to find my water heater exploding with water. I wasn't using it, no water was on for it to build up pressure, it was just hissing like a snake and spewing hot water. It was getting everywhere and pooling and...and I called the office. I put the doglet in her cage (she goes nuts when there's people around), they got maintenance guys out there to shut off the water, and they spent ultimately six hours coming in and out fixing pipes and installing a new water heater.
In the process of them fixing that, I try to put Truffle on her leash so she can go outside and do something when she gets loose of me and bolts right out the door they'd left open (they had a hose draining the water so it wasn't really an option to shut it but...yeah). I'm running around screaming for my dog to come but, unlike most intelligent creatures on the face of the planet, my dog has a mentality of a retarded fruit fly thinking me screaming and crying "TRUFFLE COME!!" was just a fun game and we were playing chase.
Needless to say, I called work slightly hysteric because, really, after this day started out so badly (and at that point was continuing on badly) I was in no state to spend 12 hours in front of a computer on the phone talking to stupid people. Jack told me it was okay (well, actually, he told me to calm down, to breathe, and many other things because it's kinda hard to talk to someone whose hysterically crying on the phone) and not to worry about it tonight and wished me luck finding my dog.
The dog was found, the water heater was replaced (not fixed--replaced, as in brand spanking new, baby!), and it's now the time I should be going into work. Instead, I'm going to take a nap. I'm freakin' exhausted and worn out.
Although, on the plus side, Joy sent me her days off because of the carpooling thing they're trying out at work (working just 4 days outta the week instead of 5 with just slightly longer hours) and she'll have some days off I can work with to possibly do a mini vacation with her. Maybe two. I really hope either one pans out, we both need some time away from the childrens (three now between the two of us) and apartments made of fail.