Wow - you might be thinking - that is one gigantic piece of carrot cake. Yes, yes it is. You might be thinking I intend to share this piece of cake with someone. But - no I don't. This is obviously a very decadent, indulgent, slightly selfish plan on my part, but people I have five words for you: Worst Memorial Day Weekend Ever!!!
Let me back up a bit. The reason I have been MIA on the blog and a contributing factor in the Worst Memorial Day Weekend Ever is my latest contract job. In general it's been fine - I'm working with some other attorneys that are very nice and contract attorney work is usually not too demanding. In addition, when we started the project it was a flat 40 hour a week job, which was nice and relaxing for a change. This week however they upped the hours to 50 hours a week - which really is not bad compared to other projects I've been on - but they announced this on Thursday and most people were pretty shy of 50 hours at that point. So they made it clear that whether you had plans for Memorial Weekend or not, if you hadn't put in 50 hours by Friday, you were coming in on Saturday. Fine. I worked from about 9 to 1 Saturday and wrapped up my 50 hour week, thus beginning what has been the Worst Memorial Day Weekend Ever.
My other issue is on the home front. The first weekend in May was really hot - out of the blue it was 90 degrees so I tried out the AC in our rented condo. Surprise, surprise - it no workey. I called the landlord, let him know what was going on and he was quick to call back and let me know that his handyman would be coming over that night to check things out. Great service right? Not so much. The handyman was at another job until 10 that night and asked to come over the next day. Could he meet me at my house at 6pm, he asked? I would have to leave work early, but sure - I'd be there. Handyman finally showed up around 9:30pm that night (grrrrrr) and said it was too cold for him to figure out what was going on with the AC system. He asked for me to call him when the weather was warm again and he'd come out and determine the problem. I won't bore you with the play by play, but thus began three weeks of me trying to get the AC looked at culminating in my total meltdown on Tuesday of last week when I told the landlord to get it fixed or I would fix it myself and I had my eye on a top of the line AC to replace the current piece of crap. Not too shockingly the handyman turned up, told me he'd be replacing the AC and that he would start the project Saturday afternoon.
So, after working downtown DC Saturday morning, I raced home to let the handyman and his crew in to replace the AC. I should throw in that the weather had started getting nice and hot and humid this last week and sleeping in this weather without AC was challenging. I was getting the beginning of the crankys but had hope for a nice evening of sleep under cool AC - so I kept it together. The handyman and his crew worked until 11:30 at night but couldn't seem to get the AC to operate. No problem they said - we'll be back in the morning and figure it out. Sunday morning rolled around and they showed up and tinkered with the thing for several hours. By 2pmthey decided that there was a leak and that they would return on Monday with a tool to find the leak. At this point, I am hot, tired, and sweating pretty much constantly. I am on the verge of flipping out on my landlord in the biggest, ugliest way - but I figure since I can't get another AC repair man on Memorial day I'll hang in there and follow this tragedy to its inevitably ugly conclusion. The keystone cops of AC repair showed up today, with their special leak detecting tool only to decide that there was no leak - only a lot of humidity. ????????? What?????? No kidding Einstein - it's DC in the summer! But despite their apparent lack of any working knowledge of AC repair the AC is in fact operating and blowing out cool, delicious air. Ah yeah. As this seemed to be a particularly tortuous repair job I decided to check on the license of the handyman. It turns out he's licensed to do "home repairs" but under Virginia's code - this specifically excludes AC repair. The guy would need a seperate license to do AC repair legally - which. he. doesn't. have. Of course.
My Memorial Day Weekend therefore consisted of work, waiting around for repair men and sweating. Thus: Worst Memorial Day Weekend Ever!! So you can understand why I might need some comfort of the baked and frosted variety. And I have to say - it's worked. I'm feeling better already.
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