back in the apartment
after spending the night sleeping on hanyann's couch, i am back in my apartment. i've cleaned off the grime of the last twentyfour hours, and put my leftover shrimp-fried-rice in the fridge while simultaneously making kaya toast (you never really only want one slice) and eating my last strawberry-and-kiwifruit Yoplait. ten seconds ago, i realised that the heat in my apartment is off. now granted, we had a gas leak last night. but what time did they let people back in here? why isn't the fucking heat back on yet? i bet i wouldn't be able to cook too. i haven't tried, having no desire to blow up the building or attempt to relight the damn pilot lights on my own.
now that the excitement of this little adventure has worn off, the irritation is setting in. i swear this damn building is cursed. and i'm even willing to bet there will be no apology for this major inconvenience -though i certainly hope some heads will roll as a result of yesterday's little mishap. here's what the note -shoved under our door by the condo managment- says:
At approximately 2.50pm today, the gas company ruptured a pipe on East 55th St. As a precaution, and until the leak is repaired the gas to University Park Condominiums has been turned off. This includes cooking and heating gas off for at leasts the next six hours.
you understand what they just said, right? the gas company ruptured its own fucking pipeline. i bet trained rabbits could do a better job of looking after gas and heat in this building than the clowns that the gas company and this management association hire. speaking of trained rabbits:
You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
no class til three. til then, sitting in my rapidly cooling apartment -thankfully it is above freezing today; otherwise i would be forced to go to the office and demand spaceheaters be sent up here, and they can bill the damn gas company for their stupidity- is not what i want to be doing. i am heading back to campus with the iBook to sit in Hutch and figure out what ASEAN really does in its spare time.