Oh Hello. I hope you all had a lovely T-giving and that you stuffed yourselves full of Turkey carcasses. I know I did. I am back from my Thanksgiving blogging hiatus. And I'd like to take this opportunity now that Thanksgiving weekend is over to tell you what I'm NOT thankful for.
Even though it's now 45 degrees outside, my landlord doesn't feel the need to turn on the heat, nor does he find it necessary to provide hot water. Taking a shower this morning in my freezing-cold bathroom, being pelted by cold water was a less than desirable experience. It was also pretty unpleasant 2 nights ago when by boyfriend and I woke up at 5AM because it was freezing. In the apartment. I mean- have you ever woken up from being freezing cold? I hope unless you are a homeless person that the answer is no. But unfortunately, I think this situation is a little too common in Greenpoint, Brooklyn where I live. Landlords all over the neighborhood seem to have united in a plan to keep their residents shivering at night. Most people in the hood who I talk to say that their heat is not on regularly, but instead is switched on and off when the landlord feels like it. On the particular night in question, my boyfriend went to the kitchen to look at the digital thermometer. Yes- we have a thermometer to tell us the temperature of the inside and outside. Yes, we are dorks. Anyway, upon looking at the reading, my boyfriend yelled, "62 degrees (inside) ! You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
I guess it was at that point that the landlord, who lives upstairs and hears everything we say, decided to turn the heat on. But not ON on, just on for like 3 hours. And then off again.
So while I am thankful for many things, you can be certain that I'm not thankful for the stingy Polish Greenpoint landlords, who think that saving a few cents is more important than human decency.
I mean, I know Poland is cold. I get it. I watched part one of the Decalogue last night. But it doesn't have to be freezing inside. Give me a fucking break.