It’s literally the same temp inside as out
Woke up to the apartment being 80 degrees.
It’s 84 now. Even after the technician came.
What else … the water got turned off.
Thankfully after I’d showered.
Oh and an EARTHQUAKE in Cuba somehow managed to rattle my floor and computer monitors.
In Florida!
On the other hand, I managed to make a car appointment, three radiology appointments, and survive a day of meetings that I myself scheduled.
I can’t believe the AC though. The unit is TWO MONTHS OLD. They said the compressor blew and they need money to fix it.
I said good fucking luck with that.
I paid idiot Dan Olsen for a compressor just a few months ago. Then when I called for his people to take a look at it, he fired us as customers.
And this new fucking place said oh you need a whole new unit. So we got it.
The inspector was here on May 28. Said it all looked great.
It’s June 8. And the compressor somehow short-circuited overnight.
I have bought more damned fans. And just ordered another one which I thankfully just plugged in.
Ate everything cold in the house.
The cats are so miserable, they don’t even want treats.
I often think of all the outside cats that I wanted to rescue but didn’t.
My cats are like shit it’s at least breezy outside. We’re stuck smelling candles and poo-poo.
And I still haven’t done that fucking project that stresses me out at work.
But hey, performance reviews are done and raises have been given.
I feel bad for Cuba. Trump already screwed them like an eight-year-old white girl. Now they have no oil AND an earthquake to deal with.
Second largest earthquake in the Gulf, from what I read.
Now you can call it the Gulf of America as long as you put Sucks after it.