So we wake up this morning and hubby to be jumps in the shower. I stay laying down because I had a really good night of sleep thanks to the muscle relaxers I am currently taking for my lower back pain since we are currently on a air mattress situation. Anyways, I wait for a while thinking the boo is in the shower, but then realize it's been too long. Suddenly, I hear a faint noise that sounds like a shriek, I hear it again, then again. Most people would knock and check on their significant partner, but I decided he's a weird guy, so only God knows what he is doing. I'm going to leave that alone and enjoy my rest. He finally gets out of the shower, and I ask him what all the noise was about. He tells me we have no hot water and the faucet is broken. I look down on the floor as he is speaking, and there is a trail of water now flowing through my closet! A little back story. We have been in this place for only 2 weeks, and it seems that every morning something else breaks! It's been quite frustrating. Any way I immediately send a stern yet polite text to the property manager, and the landlord asking for them to get their behinds over to our place so we can at least get a good shower! I don't think that's too much to ask.
Well, first a handy man shows up at 9am. Mind you I am supposed to be at work by 9am. So of course I send my boss a message letting him know I will be a little late to work.... or so I thought. The handy man looks at everything that's broken, which there was a long list. He fixes what he can, but informs me he is not a plumber and will have to get someone else out to my home to look at the faucet. I tell him we also have no hot water, so we decide to take a walk downstairs to look at the water heater that is based in the garage. We walk into the garage and lo and behold it is flooded. I guess that's where all our hot water went! Goodness. It just gets gooder and gooder. So he tells me he will get a plumber out asap and he should be arriving asap. I asked for a time frame and he simply shrugs his shoulder and smirks as if to say, "This is hawaii lady, we don't give time frames". So instead of saying that, he just says"he will be here soon". This was around 11am. Well, 12pm rolls by, 1pm, 2pm, 3pm, 4pm, I finally text the guy and ask for an eta. I get back "he is on his way". It is now 4:30pm and this young, must be mid 20's surfer looking kid is at my door. Apparently, this is my plumber.
He says, "What's up, I'm Zach" and proceeds to come in. He goes straight into the bathroom as I calmly yet inwardly furiously explain to him what had been going on all morning. Mid sentence he stops me and says "Oh that sounds serious, I might not be able to work on that today". Inside I'm screaming "The hell you won't!", but I simply say, "Oh, why is that?". He goes on to inspect the issue as if I had not just asked the question. Now you know the Nigerian in me just wanted to go off on this guy, but I'm trying to grab on to the Hawaii spirit, so I let it go. He goes downstairs to inspect the flood in the garage and comes back and says he will be able to fix the problem. While he is fixing the issue, we go through some small talk and I find that he just moved to the Island about 2-3 years ago. I honestly just thought to myself, " Wow, I guess it doesn't take a long time to adopt Hawaiian Time". The locals had warned me that nothing moves fast here, and I thought they were exaggerating, but my whole work day spent waiting for people to fix things has sure proved them right. I guess if you can't beat em, join em. So my new resolution is to try and work on adopting Hawaiian time. I let you know how that goes!
Alright, good night world!
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