Apartment Flooding: Oh Crap!

Oh, crap, crap crap! I was gone only forty-five minutes to get some dog food. Before I opened the apartment door, I heard water running, but didn't think a thing about it. Yicks, my heart fell when I saw my flooded apartment. My dog traipses in and takes several leaps to get past the water and splashes water all over himself. Lovely wet dog smell! Past the water he finds himself in unpleasant and squishy carpet.
The running water sound was loud and the kitchen was ankle deep. Seemed logical, so I inspected the kitchen. The faucets were off, and nothing was coming out of the below sink pipes. A little confused, I trudged through the ankle deep water to the second bathroom. Water was gushing over the toilet tank. I scrunched myself behind the toilet to turn off the water. I gave up after five minutes; the water valve was stuck. More than a little wet myself and panicking; I threw every towel I could find to keep the increasing flood in the bathroom.
Next I called the office, no answer, and then again no answer, and no voicemail. Should I go down to the office? What if they aren't answering because it was closed? Can't waste the time, so I was pulling out more towels, and grabbing the sheets now and putting them at the edge of the flood zone. The water was now halfway into my main room and a quarter of the way into to my office.
I called the office, not even a ring this time. I couldn't give up. I went to the storage room in the patio area and frantically threw boxes out of the storage (getting them back in is another story) making a path to the carpet cleaner to suck up the water.
Finally, I got through to the office, and she said she would get someone out there right away and to turn off the water. I let her know as sweet as I could that I had already tried that. Waiting for the maintenance staff, I'm sucking up water with the carpet cleaner and wringing out towels, rugs, and sheets in the bathtub.

30 minutes later, I'm still struggling by myself.... See the next blog.