With a change in weather, I, like autumn, have reappeared…. back to the blog.

So it’s cold which is a little but of a challenge for an ex-California girl.  I wore a winter coat to work – my boss wore a scarf. 

I worried yesterday about the heat – when would it turn on in my apartment?  I looked up the rules for NYC housing – and it sounded ominous.  It only has to be turned up for an inside temperature of 55 degrees at night.  I can’t do cold.  I go to a dark place wearing layers, looking frumpy, and just wanting to hibernate for the winter.  This is not going to impress my co-workers, neighbors, or anyone else for that matter.

Have no fear, I came home from work today, and it smelled like singed dust and felt a little warm.  I thought, it’s probably just my coat.  But, no!  I went back to the bedroom, and it was tropical, toasty warm in there.  My little radiator is working its magic!

The bad news….the radiator in my living room is doing squat.  Now the dilemma… it’s awfully warm in my bedroom – and it sort of feels like the rest of my apartment is warm by association.  Do I really want to up the ante by getting the one in the living room fixed? I suppose so, but I really hadn’t anticipated wearing shorts and tank tops all winter in NYC.

What to do, what to do?

I looked up on the internet which way to turn the know on the radiator.  I confess it’s less of a knob and more of a disintegrating spike – the knob is long gone.  I am left with a rusted out square of mettal on top of a square rod.  When I apply pliers, two chunky bits of rusted iron break off into my hand.  I manage to turn the rod but to no avail.  I’m stuck with a heavy iron decoration that is dusty and useless.  This means I have to call my Super who sometimes answers his phone and sometimes not, just as he is sometimes helpful and sometimes not.  For example, Jose, I can’t be there for the guy coming to replace the window could you let him in.  Answer: “Of course, I am here for my tenants.  Just let me know when.”  A few weeks later, “Jose, I can’t take off work to let the exterminator come in, would you be able to let him in?”  Answer:  “No, I cannot do that.”

Note – he didn’t help with either and after I took off the day from work to let the exterminator in, he neglected to tell me that the exterminator had switched days.   Argh@#^$*#$!!!!!

Still the New Girl,

K. Quinn