Death to all landlords!
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jenepelTwo entries in two days - huzzah!
So to cap off my very useful weekend, today I finished up two of the freelance tax returns I am doing. Yay for productivity!
Anna came over for later lunch/early dinner and to watch Seinfeld (her DVDs are region 1, so she keeps watching them at my place). We did stirfry, watched three episodes, and hung out for many hours. Good fun. Then my new flatties came home and we had a mini crisis.
I went to wash our dishes and realised there was no hot water. Sometimes this just means the boiler needs to be reset - God knows why - so here goes... I turn everything off and do just that. No go. We realise the heat isn't on. We check the water pressure (the internal value) and turn that up a bit so it is fully in the green. Still no dice. So after one last reset I go for my last ditch effort, which is to take the front off the boiler and try to re-ignite the flame that way. STILL NO FLAME. This has never happened, so I call the landlord. One 12 minute conversation later I learn that I should never take the front off (it's too dangerous!) even though that's how it got fixed before, that I should just use the reset button on the front (DONE THAT YOU IDIOT) and the water pressure valve (CHECKED THAT TOO) and that if that all doesn't work then it must be something simple I am missing. Oh, thanks. Smug bastard. He's in NY, so I'm supposed to call him tomorrow if it still isn't on. The only good thing that came out of this conversation was flat-mate bonding as I put him on speaker phone as he blathered on for 12 minutes about his many properties and responsibilities and I kept saying "sure" and "okay, well then" as I tried desperately to end the conversation. Eventually I got of the phone, we tried resetting it again, and then finally gave it up as a bad job and went to the pub instead.
The pub being our local just down the street (The Shakespeare) which is always rammed and we really don't go to enough. It's a nice little place. So we spent a couple hours there, the four of us having some drinks and getting to know each other. Good fun, and making me realise that I really do like my new flatmates. I think it's all going to be okay.
On the other hand, we got home and there is still no heat or hot water. What a fun phone conversation I'm going to have tomorrow morning.
So to cap off my very useful weekend, today I finished up two of the freelance tax returns I am doing. Yay for productivity!
Anna came over for later lunch/early dinner and to watch Seinfeld (her DVDs are region 1, so she keeps watching them at my place). We did stirfry, watched three episodes, and hung out for many hours. Good fun. Then my new flatties came home and we had a mini crisis.
I went to wash our dishes and realised there was no hot water. Sometimes this just means the boiler needs to be reset - God knows why - so here goes... I turn everything off and do just that. No go. We realise the heat isn't on. We check the water pressure (the internal value) and turn that up a bit so it is fully in the green. Still no dice. So after one last reset I go for my last ditch effort, which is to take the front off the boiler and try to re-ignite the flame that way. STILL NO FLAME. This has never happened, so I call the landlord. One 12 minute conversation later I learn that I should never take the front off (it's too dangerous!) even though that's how it got fixed before, that I should just use the reset button on the front (DONE THAT YOU IDIOT) and the water pressure valve (CHECKED THAT TOO) and that if that all doesn't work then it must be something simple I am missing. Oh, thanks. Smug bastard. He's in NY, so I'm supposed to call him tomorrow if it still isn't on. The only good thing that came out of this conversation was flat-mate bonding as I put him on speaker phone as he blathered on for 12 minutes about his many properties and responsibilities and I kept saying "sure" and "okay, well then" as I tried desperately to end the conversation. Eventually I got of the phone, we tried resetting it again, and then finally gave it up as a bad job and went to the pub instead.
The pub being our local just down the street (The Shakespeare) which is always rammed and we really don't go to enough. It's a nice little place. So we spent a couple hours there, the four of us having some drinks and getting to know each other. Good fun, and making me realise that I really do like my new flatmates. I think it's all going to be okay.
On the other hand, we got home and there is still no heat or hot water. What a fun phone conversation I'm going to have tomorrow morning.
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Date: 2008-03-30 10:31 pm (UTC)hahahahaha. everything should end like this.
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Date: 2008-03-30 10:33 pm (UTC)It should be a rule of life.