Coming To Terms With Fucking Death
My fiance and I could have died last night. Details are coming out. Our heat went out for a fourth time in a month last night. Long story involving us moving into a place in late December that had an old HVAC unit that they dont make parts for anymore, negligent landlords who bought a warranty on the house and refused to completely replace the busted ass unit (only temporary fixes that last about 2 weeks), and 4 different HVAC guys that have come out and told us each a different thing wrong with the whole heating system. Anyways, it went out again last night and was about 50 in our house this morning, not as bad as livin up north but still a major inconvenience.
So we make the call yet again this morning to the landlord to fix the freakin' unit (we are mighty pissy in our delivery, dont worry). They do, and the HVAC person finally condemned the unit! Great news right? They are going to replace the unit completely with a Trane or some shit. Here is the scary thing - they told us that the unit has a huge "crack" in it and has been leaking large amounts of CARBON MONOXIDE!!!!
They cant fix it until tomorrow, so if anyone wants to hang out in the Extended Stay Deluxe on Peachtree tonight, hit me up.
And yeah, I'm happy to be typing
any sorts of bullshit today.