The other day I wrote that Las Vegas rarely has bad weather. Well, Karma is a bitch. As soon as I wrote that, the weather in Las Vegas changed for the worse. It is now in the low 40s, and it’s been raining for three days. And it’s cold, cold, cold. I don’t really mind the cold weather, but my apartment is like an ice zone. My heater doesn’t work. I told the manager about my air conditioner not working and she said she’d have it fixed. Of course, she did nothing. The air conditioner heats up for about a minute and then turns cool. I can hear the click when it’s about to turn cool. The idiots are messing around with the air conditioner. It probably work if they’d stop clicking off.
This new apartment of mine should be condemned. It is awful. It’s not fit for a pig or a dog, nor human.
Let’s start with the kitchen sink. What a mess! I had them cover the hole, but since it’s gotten so cold I really took a good look at what they did. The underneath part of the kitchen sink has holes galore. I can see the pipes. All the holes are letting in the cold air. And the pipe is leaking. My oven, as always, doesn’t close all the way. It’s already starting to burn the side of my cabinet, as it always does. My oven temperature is way off. I put the oven on 425 and feels like the setting is on 200 degrees. It takes me forever to cook anything. My last oven burned everything within two minutes! Now this one is too low. It takes me forever to heat up anything. The refrigerator is set to below zero, I’m sure. That’s where most of the cold comes from. They removed the ice maker part and left the part that let’s out cold air just open, letting out a lot of cold air. There are holes in my windows, the door has no sealant, and I could on and on with what’s wrong with the apartment, but if I went on, I’d just depress myself, so I won’t.
This new apartment is worse than my last one. When I looked at the apartment everything was all right, but after I signed lease, they went to work to make it a dump, as always!
In order for me to stay warm at night, this is what I have to wear: 3 pairs of socks, 3 pairs of pants, sweater, robe, 3 blouses, 2 t-shirts, and anything else that I can find to keep me warm.
I already hate the new place. I can’t say I hate the people because I’ve avoided them at all cost. I make sure I never look at them, so there are no faces to hate, and I intend to keep it that way. If you look at their faces, it just makes you hate them so much that you want to do something to them. This way I don’t know what any of them look like.
So Las Vegas is cold, cold, cold now. Next time I won’t write that Las Vegas always has good weather. Karma is a bitch!
I’m at the library again and, of course, all the perps are here like the zombies they are.
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