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Long Weekend Report, pt. 1
Aug. 5th, 2012 10:53 amHave started another Three-Hour Sweater (1), this one in a magenta-coloured cotton.
Last night the chiller in our building's a/c went out. This was not quite as bad as it sounds -- at least the fans were still running and air was being moved around. Nevertheless, green_trilobite and I spent the evening down in the lobby where it was comparatively comfortable, trying to cheer up the concierges as they fielded angry phone calls while waiting for the repairman to finally get there. Occasionally we warned people coming back that they might wish to remain in the lobby. The only one who took us up on it was the crazy conspiracy guy; green_trilobite had let him know about the a/c, which makes him a better human than me, as he had to spend the next fifteen or twenty minutes nodding and going "uh-huh?" as Conspiracy Guy talked to him about Freemasons and the Necronomicon is totally a real book, Lovecraft was just pretending it was fictional, and that he's cut himself off from his family because they're witches. Luckily he got bored of us, or missed his internet connection, and left after a while.
The a/c guy arrived around midnight, after the night concierge had come on duty:
"Can you give a time frame for the repair?" asked the concierge, who'd been fielding more angry phone calls from residents.
"I'm here, aren't I?" snapped the repairman. But the air from the vents dropped in temperature about fifteen minutes later, and we went to bed.
(1) Yes, it takes more than three hours. It's still a pretty quick project as sweaters go.
Last night the chiller in our building's a/c went out. This was not quite as bad as it sounds -- at least the fans were still running and air was being moved around. Nevertheless, green_trilobite and I spent the evening down in the lobby where it was comparatively comfortable, trying to cheer up the concierges as they fielded angry phone calls while waiting for the repairman to finally get there. Occasionally we warned people coming back that they might wish to remain in the lobby. The only one who took us up on it was the crazy conspiracy guy; green_trilobite had let him know about the a/c, which makes him a better human than me, as he had to spend the next fifteen or twenty minutes nodding and going "uh-huh?" as Conspiracy Guy talked to him about Freemasons and the Necronomicon is totally a real book, Lovecraft was just pretending it was fictional, and that he's cut himself off from his family because they're witches. Luckily he got bored of us, or missed his internet connection, and left after a while.
The a/c guy arrived around midnight, after the night concierge had come on duty:
"Can you give a time frame for the repair?" asked the concierge, who'd been fielding more angry phone calls from residents.
"I'm here, aren't I?" snapped the repairman. But the air from the vents dropped in temperature about fifteen minutes later, and we went to bed.
(1) Yes, it takes more than three hours. It's still a pretty quick project as sweaters go.
