Plumbing Encounters Three, Four, & Five

Two plumber's vans arrived before 8 am this morning.  Perhaps even a bus. There was much banging, clanging, rattling, and muffled voices coming from the storage rooms below the apartment. I didn't call the landlord. I figured they were on the case and doing what needed to be done.

As I left for work I hunted them down to ask if they had the key, that I had left the door unlocked,  and was told to close all the windows (open last night to enjoy the cooler air) because the new system should be operational this afternoon.  "Should" was the operative word here.

BTW, there were FIVE technicians in that room measuring metal duct work, insulation, and other things.  Not a good sign, that.

Walked home under a clear sky with a light breeze and an outdoor temp of about 78' F.  I arrived home just now to a virtual oven.  The new thermostat is in place, but the system is not working.  The temperature in the apartment is currently 83' F.  The windows have been opened and all fans are running on high speed to cool the place down. 

They could have at least opened the windows before they left, knowing that the system wasn't working and I would return home to an uncomfortable environment. 

But, they didn't Blanche, they didn't!  Five plumbers/technicians sharing a single brain isn't a good thing.  It is what it is.

I don't feel like cooking in this stuffy, heated place, so I'll probably have a martini, make a salad, and wait for the sunset to help cool off the place.  Then another long shower before turning in for the night. (sigh.)

And so it goes.

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