Last night around 9pm, Maia fell asleep. This is astonishing, as she usually boycotts anything resembling sleep or relaxation between the hours of 7 and 11pm — she demands attention and interrupts all prime-time programming that we might be interested in paying attention to (thank goodness for DVR!) Anyhow, I decided to take advantage of this and hop in the shower.
There was no hot water. No big deal, this happens sometimes, it is just one of our apartment’s little annoyances; I turned the knob all the way on hot and came out to check blogs and whatnot for five minutes. Checked the shower again, still no hot water. Waited another five minutes — still ice cold. So I called the landlady.
She said the hot water heater in the building had broken, but would not be fixed until the morning. So, no shower for me, no bath for Maia, and no doing dishes. Whatever, I can deal with this for a night.
Except now it’s almost 2pm and there’s still no hot water. What the fuck? How did we find the absolute shittiest apartment building in the entire city to live in?