{Blog} Captain's (b)Log
The third day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
The pilot light on the water heater went out. Relighting it proved fruitless. (Memo to myself: buy more burn cream.) Ruddy service technician won't come until Tuesday. Will have to make due with cold water until then. Didn't bother telling the others.
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The fifth day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
Duff technician bought the wrong part for the water heater. Had to stop self from bludgeoning him with a wrench. Especially when told that the proper part needed to be ordered. Will supposedly come tomorrow, but faith in him is lacking.
Day three of cold water.
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The sixth day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
As expected, the important part did not come today. Refused to pay for any sort of labour until the damned thing is repaired. After seeing me almost pop a blood vessel, agreement was immediate.
Haven't heard a word of complaint from the others. Then belatedly realised I gained an unfortunate insight on my tenants' showering habits.
Tea is not enough to erase such knowledge.
Day four of cold water.
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The seventh day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
The part finally came and the technician is finally is on the job. Finished at Eleven PM. Better later than never, perhaps. But the hour long wait for it to heat up will be torturous.
I look forward to not potentially dying of hypothermia.
Day five (and hopefully last) of cold water.
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The eight day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
After fixing the heating, bloody fucking moronic technician didn't reconnect a tube on the water heater which ended up flooding the house with gas. Am trying not to dwell on the consequences if someone with a worse nose had awoken before me. But didn't stop self from telling the so-called 'qualified' technician as much when I rang him.
Am very tempted to pursue litigation. Or at the very least find an inspector to make sure the house isn't set to explode anytime soon.
Would prove most inconvenient.
But may be useful in the matter in which tea and liquor have failed.
Day six of cold water. Sod it all.
[End Log]
The pilot light on the water heater went out. Relighting it proved fruitless. (Memo to myself: buy more burn cream.) Ruddy service technician won't come until Tuesday. Will have to make due with cold water until then. Didn't bother telling the others.
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The fifth day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
Duff technician bought the wrong part for the water heater. Had to stop self from bludgeoning him with a wrench. Especially when told that the proper part needed to be ordered. Will supposedly come tomorrow, but faith in him is lacking.
Day three of cold water.
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The sixth day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
As expected, the important part did not come today. Refused to pay for any sort of labour until the damned thing is repaired. After seeing me almost pop a blood vessel, agreement was immediate.
Haven't heard a word of complaint from the others. Then belatedly realised I gained an unfortunate insight on my tenants' showering habits.
Tea is not enough to erase such knowledge.
Day four of cold water.
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The seventh day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
The part finally came and the technician is finally is on the job. Finished at Eleven PM. Better later than never, perhaps. But the hour long wait for it to heat up will be torturous.
I look forward to not potentially dying of hypothermia.
Day five (and hopefully last) of cold water.
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The eight day of October in the Year of our Lord two thousand and ten.
After fixing the heating, bloody fucking moronic technician didn't reconnect a tube on the water heater which ended up flooding the house with gas. Am trying not to dwell on the consequences if someone with a worse nose had awoken before me. But didn't stop self from telling the so-called 'qualified' technician as much when I rang him.
Am very tempted to pursue litigation. Or at the very least find an inspector to make sure the house isn't set to explode anytime soon.
Would prove most inconvenient.
But may be useful in the matter in which tea and liquor have failed.
Day six of cold water. Sod it all.
[End Log]