After college, I moved out of the dorms into my first of many apartments. I figured I had entered the real world and was the master of my own destiny. Actually I was only partially correct. I was paying someone else to keep the roof over my head in one piece, and the things within the walls in their place (what limited facilities my first meager place had). Later I would realize what a sheltered life I lived back then.
I now own my own home, and all the trouble that that brings with it. Today's particular adventure was a loose drain hose on the washing machine (the connection was not a very good design--ah the joys of using the builder with the lowest bid) which managed to get about half the wash water down the drain, and the other half down the wall and all over the floor.
The washer and dryer are down in the basement, which is almost all concrete. Almost, except for the sheetrock wall right behind the washing machine. Still, being eight feet below ground level, I've had dampness and even the occasional puddle on the ground, so the damage was not extreme. No servers were fried, and no priceless equipment was ruined. A couple of cardboard boxes got wet, along with some particle board shelving and some throw rugs.
With a little re-arranging and a few minutes with the shop vac, things were on the road to repair. But at this point, with everything moved away from where it had been, I realized a lot of it should probably go somewhere else, so it was an afternoon of shuffling stuff here and there and tucking things away into different places than where they had started.
Par for the course when you have your own place. I just hope I never have to move.
