The Jet Plane Toilet

Alright so day 1 of being hardcore went well. First analyst in, last one to leave. There wasn't much work to do yesterday, but I set up a bunch more news alerts so I can be on top of things.

It's a gloriously sunny day here, so it's making being inside, and not having a heck of a lot to do a bit tough. But it's okay because I'm hardcore. So in light of all this extra time, I will regale you with the story of the jet place toliet.

Yes, you read that correctly. I moved into a new apartment over the summer, and at first was quite taken with the place, but the toliet seemed to be acting funny, and by funny, I mean it made ridiculously loud noises whenever you flushed it, that sounded entirely similar (including the level of noise) to a jet plane. This was something I was willing to deal with for a medium period of time given that I felt ridiculous (and still do) having to explain to people what that noise was, and trying not to get frightened when using it at 3am after a night of drinking. Eventually however I cracked and decided I had to call The Landlord. The conversation went a bit like this:

"Oh ahem hello... it's Favorite Tenant"

"Hello Favorite, how are you?"

"Oh excellent, I was just calling about a bit of a problem with the toliet"

And on we went with me trying to describe the toliet issue without using the words Jet Plane, because who in their right minds would take me seriously? (I will give you a clue, it's not The Landlord) Well I ended up having to use the words Jet Plane after The Landlord refused to accept that the loud noise was merely the toliet running and that all I needed to do was take the lid off the tank and tighten the chain.

"A jet plane?"

"Yes, a jet plane. I think this has to be a bit of a nuisance to the neighbors as well."

"Really, a jet plane?"

"Yes, really, a jet plane. That loud"

"Like a jet plane?"

"YES!!! a jet plane, can I please get a plumber?"

This ridiculousness and his incredulity continued on for a good 5 minutes until he finally crumbled and agreed to have a plumber call me so I could set up a time for him to come fix the toliet. The saga continued however when the plumber he chose lived in one of the outer boroughs of NNYC, and only came downtown between the hours of 11am and 3pm. Who has time to meet a plumber between 11am and 3pm??? We managed to meet after 3 weeks of phone tag and only after I convinced him to come downtown at the ridiculously early hour of 9am. Then, of course, the toliet wouldn't do it's thing and make the noise. Naturally.

The plumber did have a look though and agreed with me that something or other was worn out, he replaced it and was on his way.

Thus ended The Jet Plane Toliet.