little bitty girl

It's Monday and I am sick. At first I thought my dry cough was due to the fact that after months of the heat barely working, our miserly landlord had decided that he wanted to roast us all to death.

I have this theory about our landlord.

You see, we live in a very fashionable, up and coming part of town. When we first moved here, it was totally run down - warehouses with boarded up windows. People barely wanted to visit us. Our loft apartment had been sitting empty for months. Now, it's where all the coolest clubs, lounges, up and coming restaurants are; and every yuppie known from the suburbs are quickly buying these kleenex boxes they call "condo-living" and they call it the hip life.

Our landlord is one of the few buildings left not sold to a developer and if I were the developers, I would be offering our landlord some serious money. Except, he's a bit of a neglectful landlord, and this building which he barely maintains is his cash cow. So he tries to get rid of old tenants who have had very reasonable rents for awhile in order to attract new tenant who will pay exorbitant prices for "true" loft living.

So what he does is not turn on the heat until he legally has to and then he just cranks it on. No joke, it's so hot in here that it feels like that murky heat of summer in August. In addition, he puts up pamphlets saying we can't open our windows as it overworks the boilers.

And really, I should just get over it since we do pay really good rent for a great place. We know we're not going to live here for much longer. But I am home, sick and annoyed in a hot space. And I really wanted to go to work today because I had so much to do. But my new friends, Green Snot, Hacking Cough and Fever decided they needed some private time with me. And all I can think about is what a grumpy pants I am.