I was in a bad mood this weekend. In the wee hours of the morning on Friday my air-conditioner went kabloey. Is that a word? It stopped working. Well, not completely. If I turned it off for a few hours, it would blow cool air for a couple of hours. Not being mechanically swift I thought I needed more coolant or Freon or something. WRONG!
Even though the maintenance crew has an emergency hotline they only work from 8:30AM until 4:30PM Monday through Friday. So, why the emergency hotline? Does the staff take turns listening to customers’ dire maintenance situations then delete and get back to watching baseball? Or perhaps they play the messages on speaker for a good laugh with their buddies?
Well, I didn’t sweat it. The weather report said high 80s for the weekend. So, I opened all the windows and pulled out the fans. I took off all my clothes and tried to think cool thoughts. My thinking was that I was at the beach only without the sand. Wrong again.
It may be 89 degrees outside but it was 90-something inside. Plus the noise from outside and the roar of the fans made it impossible to hear my callers’ sweet voices. Damn, damn and double damn!
After a day at ‘my house the furnace’, I picked up my pets, checked into a nice cool hotel room and forwarded my calls to my cell phone. Actually it was a nice weekend especially when you consider how sexy hotel rooms can be.
I got back to the house early this morning and spoke to the secretary. Tip, always know the secretary. She got a guy here lickety-split. He was older and if I’m not mistaken had an Italian accent. Very sexy. He kept staring at my chest. Probably because aside from the obvious my chest was damp from my spritzing myself with water. So my shirt really stuck to my breasts and despite the fact that the place was still very hot the cold water made my nipples stick out.
The problem? No filter. He placed one into the air-conditioner’s unit and gave me a couple of spares.
I love maintenance guys!