Typing with gloves on

I am sitting on my couch, and I can see my breath as I exhale. I am wearing 3 layered tops under a hoodie, 2 pairs of polar fleece pants, lambswool boots, 2 pairs of socks, 2 scarves, and a hat.

It is 42 degrees in my living room, and dropping.

Our heat has been broken since yesterday morning and, as I am sure you are aware, this weekend is the coldest weekend we have had all winter. I called my landlady last night who, after muttering shit a couple dozen times, promised to get someone out as soon as possible. The heat guy called me as I was arriving at my sister’s house (because it was too cold to get any work done at my house) to let me know that IT WAS TOO COLD FOR HIM TO COME OUT TONIGHT. Un-fucking-believable. After my initial shock wore off, I said “Are you kidding me? YOU are telling ME it’s TOO COLD?” He promised to come out Sunday, “sometime around noon. Noonish”. wtf?

I got a space heater and propped it on my nightstand as I tried to sleep last night. I woke up around 2 to find my dog slammed up against me – underneath the covers – and my cat laying on my chest, directly in the line of the space heater. Their noses were both wet and cold.

Totally awesome. Thank you, arctic front, for the crappiest weekend ever. I would toast you with the mug of coffee I made 5 minutes ago, but it is already freezing cold.

4 Comments so far

  1. steven (unregistered) on February 19th, 2006 @ 2:13 pm

    there has to be a way you can go thru the city and report your landlord


  2. C. (unregistered) on February 19th, 2006 @ 10:30 pm

    There is. She can call 311 and report her landlord for failure to maintain the heat in her building.


  3. Lauren Liss (unregistered) on February 19th, 2006 @ 10:39 pm

    I don’t really want to report my landlord – she’s about 800 million years old, and doing the best she can. The heat guy was a bit of a flake, but what do you expect when you call in for heater repair at 8:00 on a Saturday night? Feh, you deal with it. These things happen. Things break. Shit doesn’t work. People are lazy. The sky’s blue. You know?

    The heat is back on now, and took about 2 and a half hours to rise from 43 degrees back up to 68. By the time my sister left tonight, she was complaining that it was too hot. I’m happy as a pig in shit.


  4. nikkos (unregistered) on February 20th, 2006 @ 8:31 am

    Lauren, that sucks! And I was pitying myself because my pipes froze this weekend, but you definitely take the prize for crappiest weekend. Glad to hear the heat is back!



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