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Show of hands, who here missed me? Okay, who here is tired of me bitching about the move that never ends?
TOO BAD.
If I'm suffering, you should be, too! Wait, no...
If you've wondered about the radio silence that's been going on, it can be mostly summed up as this: It's too damn hot for anything.
The new house (where I'm currently typing) is in need of a new AC. We found that it wasn't working properly ten days ago and it wasn't until yesterday we found out that it'll need to be replaced. They should be here soon to look ... something over. I'm not sure what, honestly, but hey. I don't need to know, right?
Anyway, it's fucking miserable. We hit triple digits yesterday (as in 110) and you could tell as the sweat absolutely poured off everyone. Factor in the fact that every time the AC guy has come out, it's been after 4pm (really, wtf) and things just kind of suck. Let's put it this way: The pets were here for two days before we had to take them back over because it was so hot they weren't eating or drinking. They were miserable.
They weren't the only ones. I am currently on the "it's too hot to eat" diet. Which means if I'm here I'm downing water and Gatorade but very little actual food. If I'm somewhere cooler I can consider food as a possibility.
Although I must say that when I woke up this morning, things felt... different. It's not cold by any means, but if you do limited movements you realize that just breathing isn't causing you to sweat mightily. We're down to maybe 83 degrees inside. I think, if it stays like this until the AC is fixed, the pets will be okay. Considering that's my main worry, that does take a lot of stress out of the equation.
But still.
I'm cheesed off that it's even come to this. The most annoying part was what the AC guy said yesterday when he FINALLY showed up after 5pm.
We backtrack: he was last here Thursday. He told us then that there was something blown and that they'd need to wait for a new part, but that he'd bypassed that part so that it would work in the interim. When he left, things did feel a bit cooler, but whether that's because the front and back door were both open and there was a lovely breeze blowing through or what, I couldn't tell you.
FF a couple of hours and it became apparent that nothing was fixed and we were still dying of the heat. I shoot off an email to the landlady about it and we wait til Monday for the part to come in.
He appears out of the blue without a call and as we were about to leave no less, and he works a bit and then says something that makes it very clear that either landlady didn't pass along the message that we were frying or that his bosses didn't pass that along because he thought his patchwork actually held the heat at bay.
Dude, no. It's been fucking miserable here to the point that if I could have managed to sleep on my floor at the old place, I would've. I tried, okay, but even dead tired I couldn't really pull it off, so instead of sleeping in nice air conditioned luxury, I had to sleep with soaking wet paper towels (because who the fuzzy knows where the washcloths are) strategically placed because the heat at night was still insane.
G'ah.
Now, irony of ironies, I'm hungry and there's no food here because there wasn't any point when it was too hot to cook. :P
Gotta check my phone and see when they're supposed to appear and then after they do, it'll be time to try and ferry the rest of the crap in the other house over here. Wheeeeeeee!
(Not whee. Because then, once the house is emptied, I get to clean. I hate cleaning so much.)
Plus side: I have no intention of doing the walk through of the old house. Nope, no point. The security deposit ain't coming back and I don't want to have to play nice about anything.
TOO BAD.
If I'm suffering, you should be, too! Wait, no...
If you've wondered about the radio silence that's been going on, it can be mostly summed up as this: It's too damn hot for anything.
The new house (where I'm currently typing) is in need of a new AC. We found that it wasn't working properly ten days ago and it wasn't until yesterday we found out that it'll need to be replaced. They should be here soon to look ... something over. I'm not sure what, honestly, but hey. I don't need to know, right?
Anyway, it's fucking miserable. We hit triple digits yesterday (as in 110) and you could tell as the sweat absolutely poured off everyone. Factor in the fact that every time the AC guy has come out, it's been after 4pm (really, wtf) and things just kind of suck. Let's put it this way: The pets were here for two days before we had to take them back over because it was so hot they weren't eating or drinking. They were miserable.
They weren't the only ones. I am currently on the "it's too hot to eat" diet. Which means if I'm here I'm downing water and Gatorade but very little actual food. If I'm somewhere cooler I can consider food as a possibility.
Although I must say that when I woke up this morning, things felt... different. It's not cold by any means, but if you do limited movements you realize that just breathing isn't causing you to sweat mightily. We're down to maybe 83 degrees inside. I think, if it stays like this until the AC is fixed, the pets will be okay. Considering that's my main worry, that does take a lot of stress out of the equation.
But still.
I'm cheesed off that it's even come to this. The most annoying part was what the AC guy said yesterday when he FINALLY showed up after 5pm.
We backtrack: he was last here Thursday. He told us then that there was something blown and that they'd need to wait for a new part, but that he'd bypassed that part so that it would work in the interim. When he left, things did feel a bit cooler, but whether that's because the front and back door were both open and there was a lovely breeze blowing through or what, I couldn't tell you.
FF a couple of hours and it became apparent that nothing was fixed and we were still dying of the heat. I shoot off an email to the landlady about it and we wait til Monday for the part to come in.
He appears out of the blue without a call and as we were about to leave no less, and he works a bit and then says something that makes it very clear that either landlady didn't pass along the message that we were frying or that his bosses didn't pass that along because he thought his patchwork actually held the heat at bay.
Dude, no. It's been fucking miserable here to the point that if I could have managed to sleep on my floor at the old place, I would've. I tried, okay, but even dead tired I couldn't really pull it off, so instead of sleeping in nice air conditioned luxury, I had to sleep with soaking wet paper towels (because who the fuzzy knows where the washcloths are) strategically placed because the heat at night was still insane.
G'ah.
Now, irony of ironies, I'm hungry and there's no food here because there wasn't any point when it was too hot to cook. :P
Gotta check my phone and see when they're supposed to appear and then after they do, it'll be time to try and ferry the rest of the crap in the other house over here. Wheeeeeeee!
(Not whee. Because then, once the house is emptied, I get to clean. I hate cleaning so much.)
Plus side: I have no intention of doing the walk through of the old house. Nope, no point. The security deposit ain't coming back and I don't want to have to play nice about anything.