Rarely do I rant here. But, here we go.
It is 50 degrees outside. It is 80 degrees inside. How the fuck can this apartment get so hot?
I am doing my laundry. So its really cold on the way to and from the laundry room. Then its like an oven in the house.
I'm sure it has everything to do with the shut-in that lives next door. Doesn't go outside, but her heat is on. WTF?
Put on a sweater, bitch! Oh, and take your fucking cat in at night!
That's right. Doesn't even take her cat in. But don't worry, PaulNikon put a wool blanket out for the cat to sleep on. Poor cat.
Doesn't even crack the door to let the cat in. But that heat is cranked up.
Other than that. Work is good. Been taking real calls, seems easier than training. Can't wait for the full paychecks to start rolling in. My credit card debt is huge. Been living on it between jobs. Shit.
That reminds me. Gotta do my taxes. Get some cash back.
Have a good week.
It is 50 degrees outside. It is 80 degrees inside. How the fuck can this apartment get so hot?
I am doing my laundry. So its really cold on the way to and from the laundry room. Then its like an oven in the house.
I'm sure it has everything to do with the shut-in that lives next door. Doesn't go outside, but her heat is on. WTF?
Put on a sweater, bitch! Oh, and take your fucking cat in at night!
That's right. Doesn't even take her cat in. But don't worry, PaulNikon put a wool blanket out for the cat to sleep on. Poor cat.
Doesn't even crack the door to let the cat in. But that heat is cranked up.
Other than that. Work is good. Been taking real calls, seems easier than training. Can't wait for the full paychecks to start rolling in. My credit card debt is huge. Been living on it between jobs. Shit.
That reminds me. Gotta do my taxes. Get some cash back.
Have a good week.
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I know how you feel about the heat. I live in a basement suite and my place is right next to the furnace room. My landlord lives upstairs, and during the week, while he's at work, he doesn't turn the heat on at all, and I fucking freeze my ass off. But on the weekends I wake up in a sweaty agonizing sauna, and have to keep all of my windows and my front door wide open all day so I don't shrivel up and die.
It was 87 friggin' degrees when I came down to Miami, and humid as a dog's balls. I can't say I miss that much.