So we're both absent minded around here, right? But I was on top of things enough last week to notice that there was a big puddle under our kitchen sink, and to evacuate all the stuff crammed under there and call the maintenance guy. I was pretty proud of myself. He came and tinkered around and proclaimed it fixed.

Saturday, we figured out that it wasn't fixed, but it didn't seem so bad that it couldn't wait until Monday. Then, last night I was standing in the living room, which is on the other side of the kitchen wall that the sink is attached to. I noticed the carpet was wet, and asked Mister Boyfriend if he'd spilled something. He said he hadn't, and it must be the sink. I got disgusted and went upstairs for towels to stuff under the sink while he stepped around on the carpet in his bare feet to figure out how far the water had gone. Turns out the carpet is wet at least halfway across the room, which means that it's soaked several cardboard boxes of archival magazines that were sitting around. And the carpet is likely to get icky, and at least one of us is allergic to mold.

I am so not happy about this, and I really do not have time to deal with it. Calling the apartment management this morning, of course.

Update, 16:00: The maintenance guy has come and "fixed" it again, and he called the Carpet Sucker Guys, who came with their gizmo and sucked water out of the carpet. So maybe things are better. We shall see.