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I am doubtful as to whether the landlords did anything about the heat, but it seems to work fine as long as I don't mind turning the thermostat up to a ridiculous swamplike temperature when it starts to dip into the sixties, and as long as I don't have a lot to do in my living room.
(My computer is in my living room. I think probably what I should do is upload this Gallifrey fic to gdocs and write it on my tablet. Right now it's in Scrivener because it is, theoretically, part of a larger series, and some of the bits get kind of complicated, and I have visual references for the characters since the canon is an audio drama and I want to keep their physical appearances and dress style consistent, and I want to keep worldbuilding I make up on the fly relatively consistent.)
The landlords definitely did not do anything about the bugs. (There are bugs. In the kitchen. I am worried it's my fault but I try not to go to bed with dirty dishes, and the upstairs neighbors are also having bug issues, and as I have never seen the inside of their apartment I am forced to assume it looks like a Martha Stewart Living spread only if Martha Stewart was really into Skyrim and boardgames, because obviously everyone but me has their life 100% together!) Anyway, I didn't expect them to do anything ASAP, but my maintenance request on the bugs has been marked as "Work Completed," and was in fact marked as completed the afternoon I submitted the report. So um, I'm guessing either they've already scheduled an exterminator OR they're ignoring all bug-related maintenance requests out of hand.
In the meantime I'm killing every bug I see on sight. THIS IS WAR, BUGS. WARRRR. Also, spiders, wtf, start pulling your weight around here, I more or less leave you guys alone for a reason.
Upstairs neighbors say they haven't heard anything back on that, although I haven't spoken to them in a few days -- I mostly talk to them on the bus in the mornings when I am basically braindead. Would it be weird to ask for one of their cell numbers or something just to text like, landlord FYIs/warnings/help I locked myself out plz tell me you're home requests?
Anyway. Bah. The upside of the heat going out periodically is that the bugs have retreated somewhat.
....okay, that's not a fucking upside.
I SWEAR TO GOD, I LIVED IN A NICE APARTMENT UNTIL THIS WINTER AND SUDDENLY IT WAS A BAD PLACE TO LIVE. :[ You'd think they'd be more responsive, I still haven't renewed my lease.
Blah blah blah. Anyway! I wanted to include something fun in this post but it's already wayyy past my bedtime. I'm really not distraught or anything, just kind of annoyed (bugged?) by the bugs and the cold, and murdering bugs while freezing your ass off saps a lot of energy.
(My computer is in my living room. I think probably what I should do is upload this Gallifrey fic to gdocs and write it on my tablet. Right now it's in Scrivener because it is, theoretically, part of a larger series, and some of the bits get kind of complicated, and I have visual references for the characters since the canon is an audio drama and I want to keep their physical appearances and dress style consistent, and I want to keep worldbuilding I make up on the fly relatively consistent.)
The landlords definitely did not do anything about the bugs. (There are bugs. In the kitchen. I am worried it's my fault but I try not to go to bed with dirty dishes, and the upstairs neighbors are also having bug issues, and as I have never seen the inside of their apartment I am forced to assume it looks like a Martha Stewart Living spread only if Martha Stewart was really into Skyrim and boardgames, because obviously everyone but me has their life 100% together!) Anyway, I didn't expect them to do anything ASAP, but my maintenance request on the bugs has been marked as "Work Completed," and was in fact marked as completed the afternoon I submitted the report. So um, I'm guessing either they've already scheduled an exterminator OR they're ignoring all bug-related maintenance requests out of hand.
In the meantime I'm killing every bug I see on sight. THIS IS WAR, BUGS. WARRRR. Also, spiders, wtf, start pulling your weight around here, I more or less leave you guys alone for a reason.
Upstairs neighbors say they haven't heard anything back on that, although I haven't spoken to them in a few days -- I mostly talk to them on the bus in the mornings when I am basically braindead. Would it be weird to ask for one of their cell numbers or something just to text like, landlord FYIs/warnings/help I locked myself out plz tell me you're home requests?
Anyway. Bah. The upside of the heat going out periodically is that the bugs have retreated somewhat.
....okay, that's not a fucking upside.
I SWEAR TO GOD, I LIVED IN A NICE APARTMENT UNTIL THIS WINTER AND SUDDENLY IT WAS A BAD PLACE TO LIVE. :[ You'd think they'd be more responsive, I still haven't renewed my lease.
Blah blah blah. Anyway! I wanted to include something fun in this post but it's already wayyy past my bedtime. I'm really not distraught or anything, just kind of annoyed (bugged?) by the bugs and the cold, and murdering bugs while freezing your ass off saps a lot of energy.