So yesterday the heater went out. Not only did it go out, but it couldn't seem to stop blowing cold air. That's always fun. The landlord sent her son to take a look at it. He poked around a little and admitted that he "has no idea how to fix a furnace". So he called in his sister and her husband, who supposedly knows more about heaters. But by the time they got there, the furnace seemed to work, and we had six people (including me, Mike, and the landlord) standing in our tiny kitchen, looking like idiots. Then, not 30 minutes after we herded everyone out of our house, the heater started blowing cold air again. WTF HEATER?!
Mike called the landlord again today and she scheduled a real furnace technician to come take a look at it. But before he got here, the heater decided it was JUST FINE. So we told the landlord to cancel that appointment, but she still sent her son over again. He thought that she was mistaken about the heater not working again because it was working when he got there. I tried to explain to him the many moods of the furnace, but he just looked confused. If you are not confused at this point, you are the only one. I'm not even sure anymore if the furnace is working or not. All I know is that I can not contact the landlord one more time about the furnace unless I am frozen solid. I can't explain one more time that "the heater was broken a minute ago, but now it seems to have miraculously come back to life!" The furnace must love chaos, because it is causing an awful lot of it. I can just imagine it snickering to itself in it's closet while we run around flipping switches and holding our hands over the heat vents to see if any warm air is coming out.
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