sparkymonster describes in epic detail how our apartment suffered an
epic evening of epic fail.
She pretty much covered it, but in addition I would add:
[1] Part of my job is to call this utility company and harrass them about mis-applied payment clusterfucks very similar to this one. I would estimate that I have spent about five hours a week every week for the last six months having screaming arguments with their customer service representatives about how I'm going to have our lawyers sue them. If the utilities weren't in Julia's name, I would strongly suspect that our electricity had been turned off in retaliation.
[2] When I wake up in the morning, before I take a shower, my hair looks like someone tried to perform a back alley abortion in a bird's nest. So when I found out I couldn't take a shower, I had an epic flounce fit and made Julia spray my hair with a spray bottle while I sat in bed sulking.
[3] What was our landlord doing with two extension cords that were long enough to run the entire length of our apartment?