I woke up this morning and really craved a shower. Most days I have to drag myself out of bed, but this morning, all I could think about was the lovely water I would get in the shower. Well, it turned out that I didn’t have any hot water. I turned the knob all the way to the hottest setting possible, made some turtles cry with how long I let the water run perpetually thinking that the water just needs some warming up… no luck, no hot water.

Then I remembered getting a note about there being bathroom renovations next door, but wouldn’t you think I would get a notice about there not being any hot water, either? I was really pissed off; just my luck: the one day I really actually crave a shower, there’s no hot water. My first thought was, well, at least I have facial cleanser. My second thought was, crap, that’s still in the suitcase that I haven’t unpacked because I’m one lazy bum.

So I pulled my hair back and grumpily went to school. I thought about emailing the building manager, to tell him that I had no hot water. But in the end, I didn’t do it because I was too ashamed of my dirty, messy apartment. I didn’t want him to come into my apartment to fix the water and see the mess.

I endured through the day and went to the gym, the first time in a long time. I’m not going to lie; the majority of my motivation to go was for the shower. At the end of a few laps in the pool, I got the shower I had been wanting since this morning, and let me tell you, the water pressure was perfect and delicious. When I got home, the hot water was back, and I didn’t even have to do anything.

The good that came of this? I realized that they change the pool lanes to the long way during January, and if I show up at 9pm at night, I’m guaranteed my own lane because there’s hardly anybody there. Sweet.