Hello dear reader(s)!
Okay, sub-zero is only with the windchill. A snowy blast hit the area last night, making for snowy, blasty conditions like that of a blast of snowy, blasty snow. The ice-covered roads have a top coating of blasty snow that blasted onto them after the freeze of blasty weather last night. The Department of Transportation has told residents to avoid travel today, due to the snowy, blasty conditions.
And my fucking heater is barely working. It is cold in here. Not the kind of cold that makes it comfortable to sleep wrapped up in blankets, but the kind of cold that makes you worried about frostbite on any skin that is exposed. The cats glommed onto me so tightly for warmth, and the cold made my neuropathy unbearable. All of my joints hurt, and I have a headache from the poor sleep.
I had an offer to spend the day in a nice, warm house, but I had to refuse because the asshats that are the maintenance and HVAC people for the property management company are going to be coming out during my roommate’s doctor appointment to go up and get the heater barely limping again for another day or so before it quits, and coming up with excuses of why they can’t actually fix it so it works like one should. So I need to be here for that.
For the first few visits, they thought the only access point to the heater (which is up in the attic crawl space to make it as inefficient as possible) was through a hatch in the closet of my tiny-ass room. This meant that I had to take everything out of my closet (which is overfull as it is), every time they came over to look at it. That happened a lot. Soon, they found that there is an access point through the ceiling in my roommate’s bedroom (that is easier to fit through), so at least that is no longer a problem.
However, this will be about the 9th time they have been here to look at this piece of shit since we moved in. That was in October. We didn’t even turn on the heat until mid-November.
When you add in the broken kitchen faucet, the leak in the bathroom sink, the leak in the kitchen sink, and the sewer clean out, we have had someone in here to mickey mouse patch things more often than I had the last woman I was seeing over. They should be paying rent. I am fucking sick of it.
I have to wonder if my thoughts of the area have been tainted by my experiences in this house. I am tired of it, and I want to leave.
The thought of prepaying a year lease somewhere since I have don’t have good credit is increasingly seeming like a good idea, even though I do not want to waste any money I have saved to possibly, one day not have to worry about horrible slumlords any longer.
But, you should never go to the store hungry, and you should never make a huge financial decision in a blind rage.
On the plus side, I have a new warmth in my soul that is helping to keep me from making terroristic threats at the property managers, so, at least I’m not looking at jail time.
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