things are crazy i tell you, crazy

ConEdison had to come on an emergency basis today because we apparently had a gas leak which the landlord swore didn't exist and therefore did nothing about it. To be fair, the ConEdison guy said that it was deep in the stove and undetectable unless you tore the stove apart and had the right detecting equipment. Except for the gas smell permeating the apartment which required that we leave the window open at all times. Then again off-setting my understanding nature about the difficulty of finding the leak, the super did give me a lecture earlier in the week when I told him that we smelled gas. It went something like this: "You have to turn knobs all way off. See? All way off." AS IF I HAD NEVER USED A GAS STOVE BEFORE. AS IF I DIDN'T CHECK EVERY KNOB. AS IF I DON'T CHECK EVERY KNOB EVERY NIGHT BEFORE BED. Honestly.

To get the super to do something about the fact that following the fixing of the leak the stove would no longer ignite, the ConEd guy shut off the valve to the stove and tagged it with a red tag saying, essentially, "THIS STOVE IS BROKEN." So, okay, we can't use it until it gets fixed, but at least it's proof that something is wrong and maybe the slacker property company will have to fix it.

We are a bit suspicious of them considering that we didn't have hot water for FIVE DAYS after we moved in. Nor did anyone in the building. Money-saving measure, perhaps? These are the perils of renting your own place. I love it.