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Last week I was at the point where I had drafted a letter to my superintendent and management company to say "This is the temperature of my hot water. This is the law. You are breaking the law." (It's not very hot.) I would've put it in the mail before WisCon, but I ran out of time, so I figured I would get some new temperature readings after I got back.
They're going to be doing boiler maintenance tomorrow.
Fingers crossed that it actually improves anything.
Probably it's because I called 311 and asked them to inspect the building, but I like to think I managed to telepathically transmit my white-hot rage.
(TAKING SHOWERS AT WISCON THOUGH. VERY WATER PRESSURE, WOW.)
They're going to be doing boiler maintenance tomorrow.
Fingers crossed that it actually improves anything.
Probably it's because I called 311 and asked them to inspect the building, but I like to think I managed to telepathically transmit my white-hot rage.
(TAKING SHOWERS AT WISCON THOUGH. VERY WATER PRESSURE, WOW.)