Sunday night the air conditioner stopped working in my apartment.
- It was 86° at 2:00 in the morning.
Thank goodness I have a couple of fans, because I might have died of heat stroke that night. I called the emergency maintenance hotline. I thought it was an emergency because the air conditioner wasn’t working, but they didn’t think so. The emergency maintenance supervisor told me that I would have to wait until the next day to have the air conditioner fixed. I had to work the next day, but I stopped at the office in the morning to talk to the manager. She told me that someone would call me as soon as they found out what was wrong with the AC and had the problem fixed. I spent most of the day anxiously waiting to hear about my AC. I couldn’t think about anything at work and I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing. My boss asked me if I had something on my mind and I told him that the air conditioner in my apartment was broken and I didn’t sleep very well. He told me that I could go out to my car at lunch and take a nap. My boss even told me that I could take an hour instead of 30 minutes. He was being extra nice for some reason and that made me feel a little suspicious. I think he was probably just being nice, but now I am on guard. The apartment manager never called me with an update, but the air conditioner was fixed when I got home.