Our heat went out last night, so we woke up in a very, very cold house. I don’t care what you Yankees say, we had a hard freeze here, so it really was cold! There was snow on the car before we went to bed Tuesday night, and we had to get ice off the windshield to go see my pain specialist today. I felt like I’d never be warm again despite wearing the pretty gloves and scarf Sam bought for me a while back.1
There was no response from the landlord to email or many phone calls until late in the day. I huddled under the covers most of the day, both to try to get warm and because my pain is always worse in cold weather. The landlord eventually got someone out to check the system late this evening.
The maintenance guy claimed the filter was dirty. That’s pretty hard to believe, since Sam changed it this morning, and the system hadn’t run since then. But okay, maybe marauding squirrels came along and soiled it, or the big black spiders that spooked the maintenance man did it. Whatever. I’d fuss a lot more if he’d tried to say that was the reason the system died, but he didn’t. He found some part that was bad, so he “bypassed the safeties” to get the heat back on.
“Bypassed the safeties” isn’t a happy thought to me. They exist for a reason, yes? Does that mean if the thing goes crazy it might explode instead of shutting down? He wasn’t a particularly articulate individual, and what he said made no logical sense, so I’m still in the dark about that.
He doesn’t know where to buy a new part. That isn’t comforting, either. See, he does maintenance for an apartment building that our landlord’s employer manages. He isn’t actually employed by an HVAC company, and I’m pretty sure that if we checked he isn’t licensed to, say, handle refrigerants or anything like that. Good thing it’s the heat instead of the air conditioning, huh?2
So maintenance guy is going to talk to his boss at the apartment building Friday to see if he can get a part through them to fix our furnace so we’ll have more reliable heat. The landlord and her family are in Orlando doing Disney. Oh happy day.3
The maintenance guy was nice enough to come here, at least, as a favor to our landlord. Considering that he’s lived here a very short time and had to be guided in by phone, and had to call Sam for help finding his way back home, and he’d already done a full day of work, that was very nice of him. The poor guy knows nothing about anywhere but a few blocks in midtown, apparently. Well, that’s what he knew this afternoon. His world has been expanded to include Decatur, now.
It’s much warmer in the house now, and it’ll be absolutely toasty in bed with my Sambear. Nitey nite!
1 I have got to get a “real” winter coat, but it feels like such a waste to do so in Georgia. Until days like today!
2 My Daddy has worked in HVAC for most of my life time, so I’m more than slightly prejudiced about trained technicians and routine maintenance and so on. He has no business crawling around under our or any other house at his age (and with his bad back and neck), so we don’t call him about problems unless we need him to refer us to someone else to fix them. Not to mention that the last time he did help us with this kind of problem, the owner of our previous home stiffed him on the bill for the parts (he hadn’t even charged labor!), so we don’t ever want to ask him to help out a landlord again (or help us because a landlord isn’t doing his or her job).
3 Of course, they don’t believe in having routine maintenance done on the system, so they always end up paying more for repairs when something goes wrong than they would have paid to have it checked and serviced regularly, and the equipment won’t last as long, either. Repairs usually seem to be needed when they’re traveling somewhere, too. It’s a Murphy thing.