Bomba Espionage
No, not "bomb" as explosives......I mean "bomba" as in pump.
In my last two apartments we had a "bomba" (pump) room on the ground floor. There was one bomba for each apartment. We had our tincos (water holding tank) on the roof and when the water reached a low level, the bomba would pump the water from sisterna (the holding tank next to the bomba on the ground floor), up to the tinaco on the roof.
It's simple enough as long as everything is working. And if it's not, then screw you, no water unless you go and fill your buckets up and bring it up to the roof. This is of course assuming that Aguakan (water company) is still pumping water into your sisterna. Where I lived it would pump water into the sisterna at around 8:30 p.m. at night. If you used a lot of water that day and didn't have any more in your sisterna or tinaco, you were out of luck until oh, about 8:30 p.m.! And god forbid a hurricane swings by for a visit, you might be waiting longer than you'd like.
Anyhow, not my last apartment, but the apartment before, there was a house that was behind me and they had their stupid bomba outside. It was strategically placed outside my bedroom window and for some reason the bomba when nutso and decided to run non-stop and pump water to the roof and then overflow at ungodly hours. Whether or not they were out of water didn't matter much. Because the F'n pump would run anyways and make nasty motor sounds that a healthy bomba would never make. I don't think the people that lived there gave a shit. If they did, they would have done something about the non-stop overflow of water flowing and the nasty screech of the motor.
My roommate got fed up and frankly he couldn't deal with my bitching anymore so he took about a litre of oil over there in the dark of the night and poured it over the bomba. Don't ask me why he thought this would work, or why I'm so nasty as to not stop him from doing this. But in the end, it made the motor quieter and in time the stupid house owners finally did something about it before I went and bomba'd their house like I bomba'd that gas truck.
Well sometimes the same problem will creep up on you no matter where you are. I am recently going through the same hatred for a certain bomba just outside my window. Where I live now, all of the bombas are in the back area of the apartment buildings and there are no tinacos on the roof. So every time someone flushes or turns on the tap, a bomba goes off. Right now there are about 10 or so bombas going off here and there outside my bedroom window.
Sure this can be annoying. However, I can comprehend the reasoning behind in, and wrap my brain around the noise and become one with it. As long as they are working away like a symphony of mechanics and are all healthily purring away, I can respect the sound that they spew into my ear drums.
But for the love of god (JJ'ism), DO YOU NOT FUCKING NOTICE THAT YOUR BOMBA IS HAVING A SEIZURE 24/7??????
What the hell is wrong with people? Your pump is only suppose to go on when you use water. It's not suppose to run constantly sounding all horrible and sick and it's not suppose to click on and off like its convulsing. How is it these people do not give a shit?? I KNOW they hear it. I'm certain of it. Let me tell you why.
I went back there the other night (when it was dark of course) and I saw a red light on the bomba in question. I pushed the button and lucky me, I ended up turning the stupid pump off. I felt content with myself and walked away like the bomba espionage woman that I am. I had contemplated ripping the mother f'n wires out and screaming "DAMN YOU PEOPLE" but I didn't. I was nicer than that. I pushed a button. Thats it.
About an hour later I am on my twist and shape workout machine when I see flashlights outside. They are trying to figure out what was wrong with it. I giggle to myself but hope that this will give them the push they need to get someone in there to look at the damn thing. They leave defeated and I breathe a sigh of relief. But about a half hour later the guy comes down and figures out where the button is and BAM. Skitzo seizure bomb comes back to life. Since it's making noises now, the guy doesn't seem to give a shit that it doesn't sound right and goes back upstairs to flush his toilet.
I can't tell you how much I hope that the bomba just burns itself out. I guess that hasn't crossed these people's minds in the slightest. I guess we shall wait and see what happens.
In the meantime I hope their pump gets healthy for it's own sake, because a full moon is always just around the corner and you never know who will turn into a psycho bitch.
In my last two apartments we had a "bomba" (pump) room on the ground floor. There was one bomba for each apartment. We had our tincos (water holding tank) on the roof and when the water reached a low level, the bomba would pump the water from sisterna (the holding tank next to the bomba on the ground floor), up to the tinaco on the roof.
It's simple enough as long as everything is working. And if it's not, then screw you, no water unless you go and fill your buckets up and bring it up to the roof. This is of course assuming that Aguakan (water company) is still pumping water into your sisterna. Where I lived it would pump water into the sisterna at around 8:30 p.m. at night. If you used a lot of water that day and didn't have any more in your sisterna or tinaco, you were out of luck until oh, about 8:30 p.m.! And god forbid a hurricane swings by for a visit, you might be waiting longer than you'd like.
Anyhow, not my last apartment, but the apartment before, there was a house that was behind me and they had their stupid bomba outside. It was strategically placed outside my bedroom window and for some reason the bomba when nutso and decided to run non-stop and pump water to the roof and then overflow at ungodly hours. Whether or not they were out of water didn't matter much. Because the F'n pump would run anyways and make nasty motor sounds that a healthy bomba would never make. I don't think the people that lived there gave a shit. If they did, they would have done something about the non-stop overflow of water flowing and the nasty screech of the motor.
My roommate got fed up and frankly he couldn't deal with my bitching anymore so he took about a litre of oil over there in the dark of the night and poured it over the bomba. Don't ask me why he thought this would work, or why I'm so nasty as to not stop him from doing this. But in the end, it made the motor quieter and in time the stupid house owners finally did something about it before I went and bomba'd their house like I bomba'd that gas truck.
Well sometimes the same problem will creep up on you no matter where you are. I am recently going through the same hatred for a certain bomba just outside my window. Where I live now, all of the bombas are in the back area of the apartment buildings and there are no tinacos on the roof. So every time someone flushes or turns on the tap, a bomba goes off. Right now there are about 10 or so bombas going off here and there outside my bedroom window.
Sure this can be annoying. However, I can comprehend the reasoning behind in, and wrap my brain around the noise and become one with it. As long as they are working away like a symphony of mechanics and are all healthily purring away, I can respect the sound that they spew into my ear drums.
But for the love of god (JJ'ism), DO YOU NOT FUCKING NOTICE THAT YOUR BOMBA IS HAVING A SEIZURE 24/7??????
What the hell is wrong with people? Your pump is only suppose to go on when you use water. It's not suppose to run constantly sounding all horrible and sick and it's not suppose to click on and off like its convulsing. How is it these people do not give a shit?? I KNOW they hear it. I'm certain of it. Let me tell you why.
I went back there the other night (when it was dark of course) and I saw a red light on the bomba in question. I pushed the button and lucky me, I ended up turning the stupid pump off. I felt content with myself and walked away like the bomba espionage woman that I am. I had contemplated ripping the mother f'n wires out and screaming "DAMN YOU PEOPLE" but I didn't. I was nicer than that. I pushed a button. Thats it.
About an hour later I am on my twist and shape workout machine when I see flashlights outside. They are trying to figure out what was wrong with it. I giggle to myself but hope that this will give them the push they need to get someone in there to look at the damn thing. They leave defeated and I breathe a sigh of relief. But about a half hour later the guy comes down and figures out where the button is and BAM. Skitzo seizure bomb comes back to life. Since it's making noises now, the guy doesn't seem to give a shit that it doesn't sound right and goes back upstairs to flush his toilet.
I can't tell you how much I hope that the bomba just burns itself out. I guess that hasn't crossed these people's minds in the slightest. I guess we shall wait and see what happens.
In the meantime I hope their pump gets healthy for it's own sake, because a full moon is always just around the corner and you never know who will turn into a psycho bitch.
Labels: bomba
posted by My Way @ 4:47 PM
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