don't cross the streams

Our building is apparently haunted. Last week, both the voicemail and (GASP!) the internets went down. Today, my co-worker who arrives at 7:45 was locked out of our suite for half an hour until someone arrived with a key. (Our boss, who normally arrives at 7:30, is out because she cracked a rib coughing. Jesus.) Just now we've learned that the hot water heater has sprung a leak, flooding the basement, garage, and first floor and putting both elevators out of service. We're not to use any water "until further notice." Short of the power going out, or, i don't know, Slimer, i think we're at capacity for physical-plant-related chicanery.