Tuesday April 20, 2004
45 hours and counting without hot water. Camping isn't this inconvenient - you know?
Two plumbers are still here making some OT cash and working on getting the new water heater installed. They've been drilling and cutting and banging and laughing for many hours now.
Cigarette smoke started coming into my kitchen and I am in no mood today for additional environmental irritations. On my way to take out the recycling bin I asked them if they could please not smoke in the utility room. (FYI: The new landlord smokes but thankfully he's also very good about not doing so inside.)
The smoker said he wasn't... he'd gone outside. His non-smoking buddy backed him up on that. I couldn't get too far into the room because they had tools and such all over the floor. As I voiced my question about how the smoke got into the room then, I leaned forward and observed the back door to the building hanging wide open.
My statement, "Well, shit - the door's open, no wonder the smoke's in here." prompted a claim that he'd been as far away from the building as possible. I decided I was wasting my breath and ended the discussion. At least they won't be needing to repair the tank any time soon.
I am praying for a soonish finish and return to hot water (a shower!) and relative quietude. That's not too much to ask - is it?