Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Centralized hot water = bad idea...
Current mood: Grouchy.
Day two of no hot water in my apartment. Apparently, a water line burst. Hopefully, this will be fixed soon, or I'm just going to snap.
Oh, also, no heat, because the heat is a radiator with hot water taken from the centralized source thereof. Fortunately, the temperature has been hovering around 50 for the past few days.
This does not mean however that the cold water -- still running -- is anything that could be passed off as warm, tepid, room temperature etc. This makes washing one's hair in the sink a very fun experience. (The water is cold enough to be mildly painful. And I just haven't felt like wearing a scarf and going with greasy hair.) Oh, and when I first turned on the cold water this morning, it was roughly the color of weak coffee. Cleared up later, but I was about to cry. I at least need a cat bath. Then the chihuahua started barking at me and nipping at my heels. The gods of housing hate me.
Bryan tells me the normal fixing time is one to two days, but could be as much as two weeks.
Maybe I'll get to do laundry tonight, because I don't think I can take dirty clothes on top of not being able to shower.
File under, "it sounds ridiculous, but welcome to Russia."
Day two of no hot water in my apartment. Apparently, a water line burst. Hopefully, this will be fixed soon, or I'm just going to snap.
Oh, also, no heat, because the heat is a radiator with hot water taken from the centralized source thereof. Fortunately, the temperature has been hovering around 50 for the past few days.
This does not mean however that the cold water -- still running -- is anything that could be passed off as warm, tepid, room temperature etc. This makes washing one's hair in the sink a very fun experience. (The water is cold enough to be mildly painful. And I just haven't felt like wearing a scarf and going with greasy hair.) Oh, and when I first turned on the cold water this morning, it was roughly the color of weak coffee. Cleared up later, but I was about to cry. I at least need a cat bath. Then the chihuahua started barking at me and nipping at my heels. The gods of housing hate me.
Bryan tells me the normal fixing time is one to two days, but could be as much as two weeks.
Maybe I'll get to do laundry tonight, because I don't think I can take dirty clothes on top of not being able to shower.
File under, "it sounds ridiculous, but welcome to Russia."
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