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An Unquestionably Horrible Weekend
Jan. 27th, 2003 12:41 amNo really, I've had a horrible weekend. Between yesterday's work horrors, and the sick car, one would have thought that to be enough. But no. When it rains it pours, as my mom would say.
Saturday night for whatever reason, have a hard time sleeping-manage a couple of hours on the couch, get up to go to the bed and can't fall asleep again. I finally decide to head back to the couch, where I get in another five or so hours. Wake up, don't feel like dealing with the car, but I put some clothes on, and head over to the auto store, where I get some fuel system cleaner and some drygas. I decide to drive to the gas station, add the stuff, fill the car with high test and see what happens. And the engine light goes off. I'm happy, thinking, "okay, need to keep an eye on this but this may be the solution."
I go home, and start the batch of sugar cookies I'd promised![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dwildchil for the Super Bowl party tonight. The dough is made and chilling in the fridge. I head into the shower and decide I'll cut the veggies and make the dip post shower. I get out of the shower sit down to post something here and all of a sudden, there's a loud pop, and all my electricity goes out. I check the hallway and find out it's just my apartment. The breaker box has been blown open by the force of whatever blew, but none of the breakers are tripped. I call the maintenance number. An hour later someone shows up. He checks the breaker box and nothing is tripped. He goes downstairs and fiddles with stuff-there are periodic explosions of sparks from my breaker box. He checks the outlets. He fiddles some more, upstairs, downstairs, there are more sparks. He changes a few of the breakers, the electricity comes back on and he begins to put the panel back on the breaker box when it goes out again. Change more breakers, flips things downstairs, flip things upstairs and as he flips them up here, with his hand in the box, huge explosion of bright blue sparks. He discovers that there is water in the breaker box. (It would later be determined that this had something to do with my upstairs neighbor trying to clean his carpet.) Four hours, several phone calls later, and more explosions, plus a hairdryer to dry out the breaker box, I have electricity back. But I have no heat.
Yes. It's January. We've had below freezing temperatures for nearly two weeks. And I have no heat. (And the maintenance guy deemed this acceptable...I'm taking it up with the management office tomorrow. In the list of "emergencies" in the resident manual, no heat is on the list.) On top of which, because of Beta, I'm afraid to have a space heater in the house.
So I've got PMS, a cold, a possibly sick car, no heat, and I get to hang around here tomorrow waiting for them to come and check out the heater. I didn't get to post what I wanted to, about the possible use of nuclear weapons in Iraq (which was, in a really quick summary-the local NBC affiliate reported that one of the west coast papers-the LA Times I think was reporting that our esteemed leader was consdiering the use of nuclear weapons in Iraq. And my thought was, irrespective of ones views on war there, the mere fact that there's a possibilty or discussion of nuclear weapons has to just be beyond belief. The end results, the consequences are far too dire to inflict on anyone.)
Needless to say, my weekend was horrible beyond belief. I'm pissed off and cold, and a whole bunch of other less than pleasant emotions.
Grrrr.
Saturday night for whatever reason, have a hard time sleeping-manage a couple of hours on the couch, get up to go to the bed and can't fall asleep again. I finally decide to head back to the couch, where I get in another five or so hours. Wake up, don't feel like dealing with the car, but I put some clothes on, and head over to the auto store, where I get some fuel system cleaner and some drygas. I decide to drive to the gas station, add the stuff, fill the car with high test and see what happens. And the engine light goes off. I'm happy, thinking, "okay, need to keep an eye on this but this may be the solution."
I go home, and start the batch of sugar cookies I'd promised
dwildchil for the Super Bowl party tonight. The dough is made and chilling in the fridge. I head into the shower and decide I'll cut the veggies and make the dip post shower. I get out of the shower sit down to post something here and all of a sudden, there's a loud pop, and all my electricity goes out. I check the hallway and find out it's just my apartment. The breaker box has been blown open by the force of whatever blew, but none of the breakers are tripped. I call the maintenance number. An hour later someone shows up. He checks the breaker box and nothing is tripped. He goes downstairs and fiddles with stuff-there are periodic explosions of sparks from my breaker box. He checks the outlets. He fiddles some more, upstairs, downstairs, there are more sparks. He changes a few of the breakers, the electricity comes back on and he begins to put the panel back on the breaker box when it goes out again. Change more breakers, flips things downstairs, flip things upstairs and as he flips them up here, with his hand in the box, huge explosion of bright blue sparks. He discovers that there is water in the breaker box. (It would later be determined that this had something to do with my upstairs neighbor trying to clean his carpet.) Four hours, several phone calls later, and more explosions, plus a hairdryer to dry out the breaker box, I have electricity back. But I have no heat.Yes. It's January. We've had below freezing temperatures for nearly two weeks. And I have no heat. (And the maintenance guy deemed this acceptable...I'm taking it up with the management office tomorrow. In the list of "emergencies" in the resident manual, no heat is on the list.) On top of which, because of Beta, I'm afraid to have a space heater in the house.
So I've got PMS, a cold, a possibly sick car, no heat, and I get to hang around here tomorrow waiting for them to come and check out the heater. I didn't get to post what I wanted to, about the possible use of nuclear weapons in Iraq (which was, in a really quick summary-the local NBC affiliate reported that one of the west coast papers-the LA Times I think was reporting that our esteemed leader was consdiering the use of nuclear weapons in Iraq. And my thought was, irrespective of ones views on war there, the mere fact that there's a possibilty or discussion of nuclear weapons has to just be beyond belief. The end results, the consequences are far too dire to inflict on anyone.)
Needless to say, my weekend was horrible beyond belief. I'm pissed off and cold, and a whole bunch of other less than pleasant emotions.
Grrrr.
