In which i explain how much life has hated me in the last week...
For those of you who don't know, I moved into a new apartment at the end of July. The move-in date was on a Friday, but because the AC wasn't working, we didn't get to move in until Tuesday.
Forward to last Tuesday, when I come home from work to a hot apartment. The AC had gone out, so iIwent to the office, they sent maintenance out, and the AC was fixed later that afternoon. Now go to Thursday, where I once again come home from work to a hot apartment. I go to the office, but this time, no guy. No guy Friday either, and he wasn't there all weekend. Monday after work, I go back to the office to complain, he comes out and looks at it, says he's going to need to order a new AC, but it won't be in until Tuesday.
Interlude A: Our refrigerator had started going out, and milk was spoiling fast, etc. Freezer was fine, but I didn't want to have to keep buying milk, so I put in a work order on the fridge. They came by Tuesday with a new one.
Interlude B: Sunday I started getting a sore throat, and by the time I was off work Monday morning, I had a full blown sniffly, sneezy, congested, sore throat, meh-fest going on in my sinuses. I decide to take sick time to recover.
So that takes us back to Tuesday. We've been in a hot apartment for 6 days, it's raining, I'm sick and miserable, and I had a questionable sammich (meat had gone mostly over, but since I have no sense of smell, I didn't notice anything) because I didn't want to run the oven in the hot apartment. Maintenance comes by with a new refrigerator, so we transfer the food over to that one. He can't install the AC because it's raining (yes, the one time it rains in Texas, and it serves only to delay relief). I'm still sick, my nose is sore from blowing it all day, and it's wicked hot in the apartment. Too hot to sleep, too hot to cook, too hot to do much of anything.
Wednesday rolls around, and I wake up super pissed. I go to check the fridge, and I discover that the damn thing never got cold, and all of our food has gone over. I head to the office early, let them know that they had better install the damn AC today, oh and by the way the new (and I use the term new loosely, because it looked like they picked it up from the side of a road) had ruined a fridge full of food. With nothing else to do, I read for a few hours. Around Noon or so, Phil and I head back to the office to make sure that we're going to get taken care of today, as it looks like it'll rain soon, and I don't want the rain to stop them from installing the AC again. A couple hours later, another old and busted fridge shows up, and this one sucks just as much as the other one. Finally, around 5ish, maintenance comes by and installs the AC, and by 6 PM we have cold air in the apartment for the first time in a week. If I'd known it was going to take that long, I'd have gone to HVAC school and built my own AC unit out of tin foil and nickels. As of now, I still don't have a working refrigerator, although allegedly one will be coming by today (I'll believe that when I see it). I'm also still sick, and my voice sounds like crap.
On the good side: Nuggett loaned me a bag full of Star Wars novels, weight loss is holding steady, and my hair still looks fantastic. Seriously, just touch it, it's ever so soft. Yeah, you know you want to.
Forward to last Tuesday, when I come home from work to a hot apartment. The AC had gone out, so iIwent to the office, they sent maintenance out, and the AC was fixed later that afternoon. Now go to Thursday, where I once again come home from work to a hot apartment. I go to the office, but this time, no guy. No guy Friday either, and he wasn't there all weekend. Monday after work, I go back to the office to complain, he comes out and looks at it, says he's going to need to order a new AC, but it won't be in until Tuesday.
Interlude A: Our refrigerator had started going out, and milk was spoiling fast, etc. Freezer was fine, but I didn't want to have to keep buying milk, so I put in a work order on the fridge. They came by Tuesday with a new one.
Interlude B: Sunday I started getting a sore throat, and by the time I was off work Monday morning, I had a full blown sniffly, sneezy, congested, sore throat, meh-fest going on in my sinuses. I decide to take sick time to recover.
So that takes us back to Tuesday. We've been in a hot apartment for 6 days, it's raining, I'm sick and miserable, and I had a questionable sammich (meat had gone mostly over, but since I have no sense of smell, I didn't notice anything) because I didn't want to run the oven in the hot apartment. Maintenance comes by with a new refrigerator, so we transfer the food over to that one. He can't install the AC because it's raining (yes, the one time it rains in Texas, and it serves only to delay relief). I'm still sick, my nose is sore from blowing it all day, and it's wicked hot in the apartment. Too hot to sleep, too hot to cook, too hot to do much of anything.
Wednesday rolls around, and I wake up super pissed. I go to check the fridge, and I discover that the damn thing never got cold, and all of our food has gone over. I head to the office early, let them know that they had better install the damn AC today, oh and by the way the new (and I use the term new loosely, because it looked like they picked it up from the side of a road) had ruined a fridge full of food. With nothing else to do, I read for a few hours. Around Noon or so, Phil and I head back to the office to make sure that we're going to get taken care of today, as it looks like it'll rain soon, and I don't want the rain to stop them from installing the AC again. A couple hours later, another old and busted fridge shows up, and this one sucks just as much as the other one. Finally, around 5ish, maintenance comes by and installs the AC, and by 6 PM we have cold air in the apartment for the first time in a week. If I'd known it was going to take that long, I'd have gone to HVAC school and built my own AC unit out of tin foil and nickels. As of now, I still don't have a working refrigerator, although allegedly one will be coming by today (I'll believe that when I see it). I'm also still sick, and my voice sounds like crap.
On the good side: Nuggett loaned me a bag full of Star Wars novels, weight loss is holding steady, and my hair still looks fantastic. Seriously, just touch it, it's ever so soft. Yeah, you know you want to.