At Least I Have Heat (for now)
So, for the 4th time this winter, my living room heater blinked off. The maintenance dude showed me what I had to do to get it re-going, but fucked if I could get anything to work. Twist this, click that, don't touch the other thing ... fuck it ...
I got home from work last night and that's when I figured out that the heater was fucked again. So I did all I could do to try to fix it inside of the 15 minutes I had before I was heading out to meet some friends for a drink. Please note - "all I could do" should be read as, "twisted, clicked and touched everything I could find before I just got pissed off and started raving like a complete lunatic."
I called maintenance this morning again and told them that I thought it was completely pooched. It wasn't just a blown out pilot. In fact, one of my more heater-knowledgeable friends gave it basically the same diagnosis. They said they would send someone out to fix it. And they did. I have heat.
Here's the extent of the note they left:
"I replaced the pilot door gasket & fixed the sparker. It looks like the heater was kicked."
Hmm ... I wonder how that happened?
I got home from work last night and that's when I figured out that the heater was fucked again. So I did all I could do to try to fix it inside of the 15 minutes I had before I was heading out to meet some friends for a drink. Please note - "all I could do" should be read as, "twisted, clicked and touched everything I could find before I just got pissed off and started raving like a complete lunatic."
I called maintenance this morning again and told them that I thought it was completely pooched. It wasn't just a blown out pilot. In fact, one of my more heater-knowledgeable friends gave it basically the same diagnosis. They said they would send someone out to fix it. And they did. I have heat.
Here's the extent of the note they left:
"I replaced the pilot door gasket & fixed the sparker. It looks like the heater was kicked."
Hmm ... I wonder how that happened?