Rant

The weather has cooled off considerably lately, and anticipating this I called the gas company last week to have them start up my heater and teach me how to turn it on and off. The gas man turned up in plenty of time, tinkered for a few minutes and then explained that my heater was broken, and would need replacement parts before it could work.

So I emailed my landlord and he had maintenance come out that Friday to take a look at the heater. I showed the maintenance man the slip of paper the gas man left, he tinkered around for a few minutes and said he'd have to come back with the right parts, and agreed to come back on Monday at 2pm.

Monday I had class, then went to geology lab to try and study for my test, but it turned out that there was a class in the lab, and when Priscilla and I finally got a chance to go inside, it turned out another class was coming in and we would've only had 15 minutes in there AND all the rocks we had to study for the lab practical were strangely missing!
We were both annoyed and went home, agreeing to call each other if we found any good study tools.

My maintenance guy turned up at 10 minutes to 2, which normally would have been nice, except I was asleep and had set my alarm clock for 5 to 2, which would've been sufficient for any other maintenance man in the world. I guess I shouldn't complain, but it was just another annoying incident. I sat and studied while he tried to get the new part to work, and finally after nearly 40 minutes of fiddling with the heater he admitted defeat and said he'd have to call in a specialist to try and fix it. Turns out my heater is over 40 years old with outdated parts, and I should really have a new one installed, but, according to my maintenance man, the management is too cheap to do anything like that.
He asked what time would be good for the specialist to come and I said, "Two o clock."

This morning I had to get up early and take a terrible geology test - 56 questions! They were a bunch of slides on the internet and at the bottom of each slide there was a question, and we had to write answers on a sheet of paper and turn it in. Some of the questions were easy, but some were awful, made worse by me not being sure if what I was seeing were features in the pictures of rocks, or shadows on my screen.

I was walking home when I realized that I had a voicemail - I tried to listen to it on the road, but I couldn't hear a single word, so I had to get up to my apartment first. Then I was pleased to discover a rambling message in Martian, which after some dedicated replaying turned out to be a voicemail from the specialist - who seems to have an exceptionally weak command on the English language - asking when he could stop by to fix my heater. I tried to call back, found that his phone was off, and left a polite, clear and concise message saying to please stop by between the hours of 2 and 4 pm.

I stayed at home all afternoon, freezing my butt off - my apartment is mostly glass (as you can tell from the pictures) and in the shadow of a taller building so it's cold all the time, and being that it's 60 degrees outside (and will be 50 tonight) it's 60 degrees in here (or feels like it, I don't have any sort of themometer) which is just TOO COLD for a house!

Finally at 6:30pm I gave up and went to Target and got a pair of slippers and a box of cocoa. I was going to get a second throw but they were THIRTY DOLLARS minimum!! The really nice ones? They were SIXTY-FOUR DOLLARS! Considering I spent ten on my nice fuzzy microfiber throw from Big Lots, I absolutely refused to pay that. Absolutely NOT!
I might go back to Big Lots and see if they have more throws...I'm so chilly.

The worst part is that while I was at Target I got a phone call from Moe, the specialist. He was confused that I wasn't at my apartment. I replied as nicely as I knew how that I'd asked him to be there between the hours of 2 and 4 and that he was welcome to come after 2 pm tomorrow. He said that he'd call.

Dinnertime. Hopefully my night improves from here on out.