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Jan. 26th, 2020 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardWell...the house is At It Again.
Last week I spent three days fighting with the post office before I finally managed to get all my mail from them after getting back to Atlanta, then this week...well. This week already feels like it's lasted a month.
Monday morning my heater stopped working. This was in the midst of a cold spell in Atlanta, so it was, actually, legitimately cold (low of 22 F); I've got a space heater from my ex-housemate and my landlord brought a couple more over, but I can only run two in the house and have to be careful where they're placed so I don't trip a circuit. (Ask me how I found that out.) It wasn't GREAT, but the repair guys came on Tuesday and replaced the thermostat and the heat was back.
That was Tuesday. Wednesday was fine. Thursday was mostly fine, until I abruptly look up a little past midnight and realized I could feel cold air blowing on me, because the furnace had stopped working but the fan was still running. Turned it off, turned it on, went down to the basement to look at the furnace, not that that helped anything because I don't know anything about furnaces, turned it off, texted my landlord, went to bed. Landlord came over Friday afternoon to look at it and troubleshoot it while on the phone with the repairman, since he was at another job and couldn't come that day, but no dice. Saturday afternoon (yesterday), the repairman came back, did some work on the furnace, and got it temporarily working again, but said it was just a temp fix since he needed to get another part that he wouldn't have until Monday. The temp fix should hold until then, though, and I should call him if I had any problems with it.
As you can probably guess, it died again two/three hours later.
I texted the repairman, he said he would call me in the morning (it was around 8 pm when I noticed it had stoppeed), and he hasn't called me back yet (12:45), so I guess I'll call him in a bit.
I'm just...exhausted. And cold, obviously (I don't keep my winter temperature that high in the first place), but the constant vigilance of waiting for the repairman, having the heater functioning and then not functioning, having to call my landlord, having something else go wrong with the house, not being able to leave the house because I'm waiting for the repairman, having to have my phone on, on top of all the other normal stuff that stresses me out is really wearing me down. I'm teaching this semester, so I have to write my lectures (I'm not experienced enough to ad lib just based off bullet points), but this is so stressful that it's constantly occupying a portion of my brain even when I'm working on something else. I'm just so tired, and the terror of actually blowing the class I'm teaching because I can't concentrate on lesson-planning and lecture-writing isn't helping. And I can't leave to go somewhere else to work because I have to be in the fucking house. The cold house. (And I can't put a space heater actually by me because I work in the dining room and it's on the same circuit as the kitchen.)
I'm just really tired. And really stressed about teaching, because I have to do so much prep but half my brain isn't on it right now. (I'm teaching a 200-level class on Roman Britain, two 75-minute classes a week, and prepping 140 minutes of lecture is...not really doable for me at the moment.) I'm just so tired. And cold. And feeling terrible about being cold because I should be better about this, or something. And feeling terrible about being cold and being stressed about the furnace affecting lecture prep, because I don't have any leeway there.
Last week I spent three days fighting with the post office before I finally managed to get all my mail from them after getting back to Atlanta, then this week...well. This week already feels like it's lasted a month.
Monday morning my heater stopped working. This was in the midst of a cold spell in Atlanta, so it was, actually, legitimately cold (low of 22 F); I've got a space heater from my ex-housemate and my landlord brought a couple more over, but I can only run two in the house and have to be careful where they're placed so I don't trip a circuit. (Ask me how I found that out.) It wasn't GREAT, but the repair guys came on Tuesday and replaced the thermostat and the heat was back.
That was Tuesday. Wednesday was fine. Thursday was mostly fine, until I abruptly look up a little past midnight and realized I could feel cold air blowing on me, because the furnace had stopped working but the fan was still running. Turned it off, turned it on, went down to the basement to look at the furnace, not that that helped anything because I don't know anything about furnaces, turned it off, texted my landlord, went to bed. Landlord came over Friday afternoon to look at it and troubleshoot it while on the phone with the repairman, since he was at another job and couldn't come that day, but no dice. Saturday afternoon (yesterday), the repairman came back, did some work on the furnace, and got it temporarily working again, but said it was just a temp fix since he needed to get another part that he wouldn't have until Monday. The temp fix should hold until then, though, and I should call him if I had any problems with it.
As you can probably guess, it died again two/three hours later.
I texted the repairman, he said he would call me in the morning (it was around 8 pm when I noticed it had stoppeed), and he hasn't called me back yet (12:45), so I guess I'll call him in a bit.
I'm just...exhausted. And cold, obviously (I don't keep my winter temperature that high in the first place), but the constant vigilance of waiting for the repairman, having the heater functioning and then not functioning, having to call my landlord, having something else go wrong with the house, not being able to leave the house because I'm waiting for the repairman, having to have my phone on, on top of all the other normal stuff that stresses me out is really wearing me down. I'm teaching this semester, so I have to write my lectures (I'm not experienced enough to ad lib just based off bullet points), but this is so stressful that it's constantly occupying a portion of my brain even when I'm working on something else. I'm just so tired, and the terror of actually blowing the class I'm teaching because I can't concentrate on lesson-planning and lecture-writing isn't helping. And I can't leave to go somewhere else to work because I have to be in the fucking house. The cold house. (And I can't put a space heater actually by me because I work in the dining room and it's on the same circuit as the kitchen.)
I'm just really tired. And really stressed about teaching, because I have to do so much prep but half my brain isn't on it right now. (I'm teaching a 200-level class on Roman Britain, two 75-minute classes a week, and prepping 140 minutes of lecture is...not really doable for me at the moment.) I'm just so tired. And cold. And feeling terrible about being cold because I should be better about this, or something. And feeling terrible about being cold and being stressed about the furnace affecting lecture prep, because I don't have any leeway there.
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Date: 2020-01-26 06:09 pm (UTC)Have you considered an exorcism?
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Date: 2020-01-27 11:18 pm (UTC)Hope things improve for you soon.
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Date: 2020-01-28 05:52 pm (UTC)