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So....coooold. Tuesday night I left for work and right before I left, I discovered that my pilot light was out for my furnace. I shrugged and called my landlord, who didn't pick up. I shrugged again and figured he was already home and such, and I could deal with it tomorrow. After all, I do have lots of blankets. I worked, and came home to a cold house. Curled up underneath two down blankets, a fleece, and a quilt because when I went to bed, it was still a bit too early for me to call anyone (in my view at least). I woke up around noon and called Dean again, whimpering. He came over (Horray for having his business right around the corner!) and fixed my furnace. I had heat!!
I fell back asleep, and woke back up for work. .....Yeah, my poor furnace was blowing cold air again. Sigh. I trudged back to work, came home (stupidly forgetting my purse, so I had to break in. I am getting good at that!) and waited until 8 to call Dean and whimper a lot. It is considerably colder than it was yesterday. And the temperature just keeps going down and down and down! I do find it quite humorous that the temperature is going down the more light it is outside. When I got home at around six in the morning, the windchill was 4. Now it's -3. Granted that is the windchill, but dude, windchill does play an amazing factor in how fucking cold it is outside.
Now I am just waiting for Jeff (I think he's the maintenence guy (don't feel like figuring out that spelling mistake. Too lazy?) ) to come over and fix my poor heater.
It kind of puts me in a ...depressed mood for some reason, not having any heat. It's not my fault at all. The pilot light went out. I still have credit on my gas bill, so it's not like my gas was turned off. However it still makes me feel...miserable. Sad, depressed, whatever you want to call it. I am sitting here, freezing (yes, I did take the worlds hottest shower, unfortunatly that only works for so long, and baths do not work either because my bathtub sucks all of the hot out of the water when it's this cold) and just thinking horrible thoughts.
Well I am going to be going to New York City on Saturday, for the Rammstein concert. I should be more excited, because it's my first concert ever. Plus it's NYC (though I've been there before). ((Why are you pounding on my furnace?? Should that worry me?!?!?!)) I am excited, don't get me wrong, but at this moment, I am just so...blah. I just finished day seven of my eight day stint at work. After tonight, I have five days off. I requested friday, saturday, and sunday off, and told gwen I could work Monday and tuesday. So I am working Thursday to Thursday. And then I don't have to work until next wed. Sounds bizzar and such, but really I only lose one day of work. I guess I am just mentally drained, because most of the days I have been working, I have been running the shift. Which is why I accidently left my purse at work. I didn't even realize it until I was almost at home. I can't believe I left my purse there, especially since it has my wallet, keys, and other things in it. Thankfully it's safe in the office, and if anything is missing I can check the cameras and beat the fucker who stole shit from it.
Sigh...So much more on my mind right now that I can't even express into words. ((Did he seriously just leave without turning my furnace back on??? I certainly hope not. It's fucking seven degrees outside. SEVEN!!! Never mind, apparently he had to get something from somewhere, or what not))
Whelp, I am going to go either make food, or curl up into bed and watch something and fall asleep. Have fun!
I fell back asleep, and woke back up for work. .....Yeah, my poor furnace was blowing cold air again. Sigh. I trudged back to work, came home (stupidly forgetting my purse, so I had to break in. I am getting good at that!) and waited until 8 to call Dean and whimper a lot. It is considerably colder than it was yesterday. And the temperature just keeps going down and down and down! I do find it quite humorous that the temperature is going down the more light it is outside. When I got home at around six in the morning, the windchill was 4. Now it's -3. Granted that is the windchill, but dude, windchill does play an amazing factor in how fucking cold it is outside.
Now I am just waiting for Jeff (I think he's the maintenence guy (don't feel like figuring out that spelling mistake. Too lazy?) ) to come over and fix my poor heater.
It kind of puts me in a ...depressed mood for some reason, not having any heat. It's not my fault at all. The pilot light went out. I still have credit on my gas bill, so it's not like my gas was turned off. However it still makes me feel...miserable. Sad, depressed, whatever you want to call it. I am sitting here, freezing (yes, I did take the worlds hottest shower, unfortunatly that only works for so long, and baths do not work either because my bathtub sucks all of the hot out of the water when it's this cold) and just thinking horrible thoughts.
Well I am going to be going to New York City on Saturday, for the Rammstein concert. I should be more excited, because it's my first concert ever. Plus it's NYC (though I've been there before). ((Why are you pounding on my furnace?? Should that worry me?!?!?!)) I am excited, don't get me wrong, but at this moment, I am just so...blah. I just finished day seven of my eight day stint at work. After tonight, I have five days off. I requested friday, saturday, and sunday off, and told gwen I could work Monday and tuesday. So I am working Thursday to Thursday. And then I don't have to work until next wed. Sounds bizzar and such, but really I only lose one day of work. I guess I am just mentally drained, because most of the days I have been working, I have been running the shift. Which is why I accidently left my purse at work. I didn't even realize it until I was almost at home. I can't believe I left my purse there, especially since it has my wallet, keys, and other things in it. Thankfully it's safe in the office, and if anything is missing I can check the cameras and beat the fucker who stole shit from it.
Sigh...So much more on my mind right now that I can't even express into words. ((Did he seriously just leave without turning my furnace back on??? I certainly hope not. It's fucking seven degrees outside. SEVEN!!! Never mind, apparently he had to get something from somewhere, or what not))
Whelp, I am going to go either make food, or curl up into bed and watch something and fall asleep. Have fun!