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I had to call into work Friday. I had quite a predicament brewing.

As I had told everyone previously, the temperature here had spiked to about 85 by the time I got off work. There was question to whether my air conditioning was working or not.

The answer was evident when I finally made it home Thursday after physical therapy. It most definitley was not working. I walked in to find my apartment at a steamy 85 degrees. Great. It was 6:30 and the office was closed. No telling how long it will take to get someone out to look at it. I called. The answering service answered, took my information and the girl said she would let someone know. Until then, I walked around and opened every window that would actually open.

Me and Kaylie sat on the couch motionless until I decided to give Kaylie a cool bath and put her to bed. I didn't open any windows in her room on account of neither of them having screens. Seeing as how we're 3 stories off the ground....I didnt figure that a very smart idea. About 30 minutes later she came walking into the living room drenched in sweat telling me she can't sleep. So I buckle and open a window enough for her to get a breeze.

I decided to take waggoner back out. Hmmm, it's cooler outside than it is in my sweatbox. I get back up stairs and realize that it's now 9pm. So I call the answering service back. This time a guy answers. I go through everything I went through before, tell him that at this point, it's 90. He checks, yep message is there however due to the policy, they can't page maintenance unless it's over 85 degrees outside. Excuse the hell out of me? What do you mean you can't page them? How come the girl earlier said she would? It was well over 85 then. What am I supposed to do? It's 90 degrees in here and it's 9:30 at night. All the guy could say was he was sorry and the office would get my message first thing in the morning. Great. Fuck you too, I bet your air works.

At that point I decided a cool shower would help. I got out of the shower and flopped down on my bed. I couldn't sleep cause Kaylie coughed all night. She's got bad allergies anyway...sleeping with the window open didn't help matters anyway.

By the time Friday morning rolled around she couldn't breathe and she was running a fever. I had to call in, I really hate doing it but what am I supposed to do? I couldn't take her to school cause they'd call me to turn around and get her. So we sat there. By the morning it had cooled off to about 70..not great but better. Luckily a storm was moving in so the wind was a-blowin. I had to sit on my hands to keep from calling the office right off. I figured I'd give them enough time to get in, get the message, and make their way over.

Never happened.

I finally pack Kaylie up and went to lunch. We had to get out of the apartment. I stopped by the office on our way back. Did they get the message? Nope. SO I went through the exact events that transpired. She said she would get someone over to look at it. Then I told them about the stalker. I was lucky enough to see him Friday night going through dumpsters. She said they'd tell the officer about it so he could keep a lookout. Great. Did that help? Nope, I saw him yesterday going through dumpsters.

They finally came at 3 to fix the air. Just in time for the cold front roll through. I forze my ass off saturday. It was only 40 out and by God I had my ac on. It was the principle of it all. I buckled finally though and switched it to heat.

They're calling for snow today. How they hell do they expect it to snow after it's been 85 consistently for over a week. It wont, I have no faith in it producing snow. Call my cynical.

I have a ferret. He's so cute. He's only 3 months old. Kaylie thinks he's the best thing to ever grace our apartment. My dog's not sure about him. he doesn't not like him, he's just really small so he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with it..

My weekend wasn't half bad though. Discovery had a deadliest catch marathon on all weekend. Guess what I was doing? There's something addicting about a bunch of crab fishermen. I love that show.

Happy Monday!

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