This past weekend has been...well, it's been a little frustrating for our family (especially my dad). We had the usual problem of power turning on and off all weekend, but then it got worse on Monday morning. On Monday morning, as Mom went down to do her exercises, she began to smell something really bad. And the smell just kept getting worse. Trying to discover where the smell was coming from, Mom discovered that our septic tank was full, and the motor to the septic tank was broken. Basically, our sewer was backing up, and making it's slow, filthy way into our house.
In order to try and cut the smell, Mom poured two large bottles of Clorox bleach into the drains of our basement. It didn't really help. So, Mom then started calling workers who should have been able to come and fix the problem right away. Of course, nobody would come and help. You know why they couldn't come help? Because they couldn't be bothered to come help. ARGH!
And this is why we tend to get frustrated while we live in India. Because nobody really cares about anyone else--they hardly care about themselves. Their work is shoddy, and whenever something breaks, or doesn't work properly, or doesn't work at all, they just stare at you and give that strange head-wobble (the one where you can't tell if they are saying yes or no because it's a combination of both) because they're thinking "Ha! It's not my problem anymore. You figure it out, white girl."
At least we got to stay at the Hyatt for a night.
P.S. Dad came home from work and yelled at the company who is supposed to come fix the house whenever there's a problem. While the problem isn't completely fixed, workers have been working on it for two days straight now. Hopefully it will all be finished soon.
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