Well, the good news is that the heat seems to have miraculously started working in my apartment. Apparently, the professional heating guy came by this weekend and installed a temporary thermostat adjustment.
The bad news is that the first thing I did when I woke up this morning was call the health department, who came over only to inform me that it was actually 70 in my room. My thermometer, apparently, had been thrown off by its location on an outside-facing wall.
Silly me, I thought these walls were insulated enough that it wouldn’t be a problem.
While it was definitely warmer in here than it has been all winter, I still argue that it sure as fuck wasn’t 70 in here when the lady showed up, because even when I ripped the thermometer off the wall, it didn’t go any higher than 66 degrees until about 3:30 or so.
However, the heat is on, and right now, that’s all I care about.
Well, I do care about coming off as a paranoid stupid rich spoiled brat to the health inspectors, who I’m sure have far better things to do with their time than deal with temperature-hallucinating college students.
It still feels cold in here, largely because the storm windows on my windows do precisely squat in terms of keeping the heat in and the cold out, so I’m taking my landlord up on his offer to put plastic over the windows (since then the cold air gets trapped before it comes into the building).
I sure felt fucking stupid when I went to class this morning, though.
And my efforts at Karmic balance before my job interview? Ha! Out the frozen window. I think it still went pretty well, though.
I love Chicago, but I think I’d dig Seattle…