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December 12, 2005
Cold as a witch's,,,
So for some reason, my apartment had been exceptionally cold over the last few days. It wasn't call the cops 'cause my landlady is a slumlord kind of cold (she's not, she's the sweetest lady ever), but it was cold enough that I wanted to go to sleep in a sweatshirt.
I attributed this to the fact it was 5 degrees outside, and thought nothing of it. However, when the weather inched up to a more tolerable 25 degrees, I still found the place to be chilly. When I asked some people what they thought I should do about it, the answer was simple: open the f'ing door.
I live in the garden apartment, which can also not-so-charitably be called the "basement." Fine. I don't care. It's an apartment, it's comfy, and there's no infestations. And oh yes, did I mention it's cheap? So there. But what was my point? Yeah. There's a door in the kitchen of my apartment that goes out into the furnace room and the hallway, which goes to the laundry room. Snazzy.
But this furnance is something else. Step into the furnance room, and it's like hell, or at least purgatory. The suggestion I heretofore had failed to heed was that I should leave that door open, making no barrier between myself and the furnace room. And you know something? It works! The place is still not going to be mistaken for San Diego, but it's certainly an improvement.
However, I have to admit I am worried about the whole privacy issue. I am basically leaving my door wide open for anyone to come take a peak. Granted, only six other people are in the house, and only two of them are ever back in the furnace room, but I've had to take some extra security measures. I no longer visit the bathroom or take a shower with the door open. It's not like I am some big perv who wants people to come see me in the shower, I just don't bother closing the door. I'm lazy. But now I close the door. Similarly, I don't hang out in the kitchen too much, because I am anti-social and don't want to have to say hi to anyone who happens to amble past my gaping door.
It is, I suppose, a small price to pay for warmth. I can deal with it.
Posted by oz115 at December 12, 2005 10:59 AM