| April 10th, 2008 |
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I got a rather nasty surprise when I came back to the apartment yesterday. I'd been visiting my folks and only got back around 9pm. Of course, it was really quite dark by that time.
It was even darker in the apartment because the lights weren't working. Odd.
The TV, too. And the clocks...
No power! AAAA!!!
And the landlord didn't answer when I knocked (pounded) on his door. No answer on his phone. Help!
My Mom got a rather frantic call right about then.
TheresnopowerinmyapartmentandthelandlordisntansweringthephoneandIdontknowwhattodo!
I was about to leave to get batteries for my flashlight when the landlord called. He was as surprised as I was to find that there wasn't any power, but nowhere near as panicky.
He got there in a few minutes and checked things over. The microwave still worked but it, the fridge, and the stove were on a different breaker. He and his girlfriend spent a good hour plus trying to figure out what the heck was going on. I was even offered a beer.
Yeah. I needed that. Don't know how anyone can get drunk on beer, though. I can't drink very much before the bitterness starts getting to me. Now something sweet like hard cider, *that* would be all too easy to get drunk on.
Funny thing is, the lights were out in the boiler room, too. I think I counted a total of three breaker boxes that were checked and rechecked without success. Weird.
There was one other box, but it was in the apartment next to me and the landlord couldn't get in because the tenant changed the locks and didn't give the landlord the new keys.
In case you're wondering, yes, that's illegal. I don't think that tenant is going to be living there much longer.
So the landlord gave me a big flashlight and an extension cord so I could plug the TV into the microwave's outlet.
This morning he showed up at 7:30 with the electrician. The power's back on.
I may never know what happened.
Best landlord I've ever had.Current Mood:  awake Current Music: none |
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