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I am so sick and tired of people telling me that renting is better. Don't get a house, blah blah blah, it's less of a hassle to rent and cheaper.
Well la-de-fucking-da, I don't give a shit.
Because you know, I absolutely love the "two nails per wall" rule that nearly every single apartment has, where you can only put two nails in a wall, and no more.
Or how about being able to paint my own walls?
Or fix, once and for fucking all, my godammned bleeping furnace. You have no idea how frustrated I am right now with this stupid thing. It's to the point where I come home and if it's not working, which it cuts out EVERY DAY now, I start crying because it's so frustrating. But the last couple of times that I called my landlord, they turned it back on and it was fine. I have it set a bit "high" because it's right in front of the fish tank that I keep heated to 80 degrees, so the thermostat thinks it's warmer than it actually is. I came home today to it running and the temperature saying "70" degrees. I can literally feel the cold air flowing around me. Cold. Not warm.
It cut out on me this morning at 6. I was too tired to call Dean, and just turned it off. I turned it back on at 11:30 in the morning, and it rose up one degree in 20 minutes, and I think that was just the ambient air temperature because it was sunny. That one degree it moved up hit the desired temp I want it at (72) and it still ran for 20 minutes even after "hitting" the temp. I called Dean, and he sounded skeptical. He kept asking me "is the fan on auto" yes, I have never touched the fan switch. 72 is toasty. Yes, I understand, but that's not the real temperature. You sure it's not working? YES!!!!
So of course, he says he's going to come over and look at it, and just for shits and grins, I put it back on and...it fucking works. It rose up two degrees in five minutes, and even turned off when I lowered the temperature back down to what I want it.
Only to come home after a long day of work that makes me feel like I have been hit by 8 semi trucks and it's blowing cold air and saying 70 degrees. I am going to let it sit for about 20 minutes and turn it back on to see what it does, but I am so fucking frustrated. Three years of dealing with this shit!
I could have saved up money by now and bought myself a new brand new fucking furnace that doesn't cut out on me. But nooooo, it's better to rent because then you have your landlord to fix things! So let's call him EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY!!! Oh, and the tiles on my floor are still cracked. Three weeks after I have told him about them, and he said he would fix them. Don't get me wrong, Dean is an awesome guy, but I could have fixed all of this myself.
Oh, and Rick's mother thinks that Rick needs to go to therapy because he wants to get a house with me.
I have no idea how I am going to get to bed now, because I am too riled up about everything. ....I have leave for work in 10.5 hours.