Taken from my VOX:
 

At around 3:30am last night/ this morning, I was woken from my sleep by a loud "BANG!". In my hazy sleep induced state, I thought that maybe it was just the crazy antics of my loud neighbours. But then came a continuous crackling / clicking sound that drove me into consciousness and forced me out of bed. My initial thought was that maybe my metal clothes horses has fallen over (hence the BANG), hit a pipe or tube of the washing machine, somehow broke it flung it out and now there's water dripping and flooding my bathroom (hence the clicking, which could quite possibly be dripping, sound). Is that not quite an impressive deduction in a fraction of a second while not fully awake?  But anyway, I was wrong, and when I got to the bathroom the sight was more shocking that I had imagined…..

 
One entire glass wall of my shower had cracked and broke!

 
The whole entire fucking thing!

On its own!

At 3:30am!

WTF????
 

So, there was a state of shock, then panic, then a wave of total and utter helplessness and misery of being all by myself and not a fucking idea what to do.

There was glass over the floor of the bathroom and the whole thing is still crackling very loudly, which freaked me out even more, cos what if it all collapses in a big heap of broken glass?

So….. I tried calling the boy in Canberra, which is probably a bit of useless thing to do, but that’s kinda my auto response in times of crises. He’s phone rang out…. like 4 times. Then I dug out the number of my agent for urgent repairs and called the after hours mobile, which went to voice mail - well, DUH! its 3:40am, what was I expecting? A little man perched by the phone 24/7? So I left a message, then I tired calling my parents. Just so happens they’re in Sydney for a swimming comp, the home number is diverted to dad’s mobile, which is switched off. I dialled mum, who hung up on me 4 or 5 times, became unavailable, then hung up on me another 2 times! When she eventually answered she said she thought it was her alarm going off and she was just trying to turn the phone off when my last call went though. OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD! I explained what happened and asked what to do, to which she said to just leave it til the morning, cos there’s nothing I can do at 4am. True.

45mins later, the mind clinching crackling sound subdued to quieter and less frequent clicks here and there. The whole sheet - less the bits on the ground - is still standing upright, which is slightly comforting. I tried the boy’s number another 3 or 4 times to no avail, had a cry on the floor, and crawled back to bed.

This morning I called the agent again at 9am, as no one had bothered calling me back, despite the panic stricken voice mail I had left 5 and half hours ago. I had to leave another message - at least with a human this time - as the property manager was in a meeting. She eventually got back to me, and even came around to assess the situation cos she was in the area, and also I suspect to check that I hadn’t actually broke the damn thing myself.

So the good news is, it will get fixed. But the bad news is, it wont be until Monday. But the good news is, someone should be able to come around today to assess it and hopefully take down the shattered sheet. But the bad news is I wont have one wall of the shower for the next two days and wont be able to wash myself without spraying the entire bathroom.

Ah Monday, something to look forward to and dread, as I will also be having an electrician come to fix my stove top - at 8 frigin am! WHY IS THIS PLACE FALLING APART????

 

P.S. I need to pee, but I cant get to the toilet, so now I have to run down stairs to Starbucks! #@&*$!#% indeed!!!

 

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Update:

The glass man came and took down the broken glass. He was a lovely fella, but boy! was he in serious need of a shower, or some heavy duty deoderant. I was trying hard not to pass out, while still being helpful.

I had to sacrifice a bed sheet in the process as he needed a sheet to cover one side of the glass as he smashed it all into the shower to be scooped up. It was a loud and messy process. He then duct tapped the edges of the frame - still with the last chunks of glass that couldn’t be removed - and told me to vacuum a bit so I wont cut my pretty little feet.

There will be no new glass on Monday, as he will have to order it and it takes around 4-5 days to be delivered. He will return in 4-5 days with the new glass and a helping hand, partly because the poor guy has a broken arm and a broken foot (bless him for still doing the job), and partly because the structure of my shower is such that the glass is ‘’partially framed'’, which apparently means a trickier job involving more than one person and a few tools.

In the mean time? He’s advice: ‘’put a plastic bag over the toilet when you shower'’. Err…… yes……

So I vacuumed like crazy, which is a big task as I have an aversion to vacuuming. But I’m still paranoid that I’m seeing random tiny teeny glass dust sparkles. I’ve washed my hands about 5 times, but still feel as though they sense little pricks. I rinsed all the plastic buckets and bins that had glass land in them, as well as the dust pan and brush. I vacuumed the bottom of the vacuum cleaner, then took the vacuum head out into the hall way and gave it a smack down on the carpet, along with my slippers. I will not be using the sheet on my bed again, and I’m throwing out the rest of my toilet paper as the rolls look to have glass dust on them. Slightly over the top? I donno. My body winces as I think about the bathroom. And now I have no toilet paper.