Sunday, June 20, 2010

holy emotional roller coaster!

This past week was all over the place. I had no intentions in taking a break from blogging, but this week was just so overwhelming, that i had no energy for anything.

Let's start with Monday:
- Our air conditioner broke last Thursday. It had been well over 90 degrees all weekend long, so the inside of our house was just completely excruciating. It was so so hot inside. Our landlord didn't answer my calls, so, a repairman wouldn't have the opportunity to come and fix the a.c until monday. So, we had a very long, hot, and exhausting weekend. Monday morning the a.c guy showed up, stayed for 3 minutes, i felt cool air coming out of the vents, and he left.

I come home from work at about 3:30am, the house is still feeling nice and cool. Very relaxing. Me and Nathan throw in a movie, and hit the hay. I wake up at about 10:30 am, completely drenched in sweat. Get out of bed, go to the hallway, check the thermostat. It says it's 86 degrees. At this point, i'm furious. The air conditioner is broken, yet again. I call the landlord, tell him what's going on. He cusses, acting like it's my fault the a.c is broken again. Tuesday quickly becomes one of the longest and hardest days i've had in a while. It just kept getting hotter in inside and out. There was absolutely no refuge. I talk to the my slumlord several more times throughout the day. He proceeds to tell me that he is going to have to install a brand new air conditioning unit in the house, it's apparently going to cost him $4,000 dollars, and it could be weeks before he puts a new one in. WEEKS?!@ ARE YOU KIDDING ME?>!?@
-Here is where is gets really bad.-
By about 6:30pm, it had reached 96 degrees, INSIDE OUR HOUSE. Mind you, we have two small kittens. Nathan looks over at me, and says "Kara, is Paul breathing?" (Paul is the cat, weird name, i know.) I look down at my little Pauly, and he is laying completely flat to floor, not moving whatsoever. I bend down, and start stroking him, no response. I called his name a few times, nothing. I picked him up, and his poor little kitty body was completely limp, it was like he collasped in my hands. Still no response at all from him. I started hysterically crying. I fell to my knees, put my hands over my face, and really cried. April, my roommate, started crying. She got on the phone with Chris, her boyfriend and our other roommate, and told him Paul was dead. He rushed home right away. Somewhere along the way, through all of our crying and sadness, we decide to take Paul, and stick him under the faucet in the kitchen sink.  He let the water pour down on him for a while, and then out of nowhere, perked up. He finally raised up his little head, opened his mouth to meow, but nothing came out. Then he jumped out of the sink, and walked off. So, after the cat literally almost died, i called the landlord back.
I was irate, and went off on him. He asked if we wanted out of the lease, and i told him i would talk to my roommates, and that he absolutely needed to give me our security deposit back. Obviously he didn't go for that.

I was off work Wednesday. April went to work that morning as per usual, and one of her coworkers wrote her a check for us to go buy a window air conditioning unit. It was seriously one of the nicest things anyone could have ever done for us. April cried. I cried. It was just so kind and so generous. Thank god for some of the people in this world who actually have heart. After April got off work we went out to dinner with Cousin Ashley. That was a nice little break from reality. After dinner we decided to drive around for a while and look for places that are renting. We ended up taking down a few numbers, calling a couple of people. We lucked out and found a house. Called the guy, and he was ready and willing to show it to us right then. Perfect! We went inside the first apartment, but it really wasn't what we were looking for. Then he mentioned having 2 more rental properties available, and agreed to show us them. The second house was the most adorable, perfectly retro little house i have ever seen. It was sooo clean and pretty. Everything was in tact. It was glorious. We were set. The rent on the house is a whole hundred dollars cheaper than what we're paying now. The gentleman told us that if we had 900 bucks, it was ready to be ours. BIG PROBLEM. Our landlord won't give us our deposit back. So, no money. No cute house. No air conditioning. More crying.

After a threatening phone call from an attorney to our landlord, our air conditioner was fixed. A crew of guys fixed it that morning, and were at my house for 6 hours. I accidently fell asleep on the couch while they were here, and i woke up with them eating lunch at my kitchen table. Go freaking figure.

I can't remember anything that happened.

So, our air conditioner is finally fixed. And hopefully for good. Our little Pauly is still alive, thank god. I know that none of us are happy living in this stupid house right now, but it seems like it's our only option until August 27th. That's when the lease is up. Please, cross your fingers that something works out, and quick.

Also, i'm sorry this post turned into a gigantic novel. It was just a really hard week, and blogging is the cheapest form of therapy that i'm currently aware of.

xoxo, kara.

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  1. Oh my god...I am sooo glad your kitty is ok. I know there were like a million other things going on in this post but when it comes to kitties (I'm a crazy cat lady with 6 cats!) I was starting to well up a bit.
    I am sooo happy Paul is ok. Pet his little head for me.

  2. My little Pauly was definitely the star of this story. I literally lost my shit over him. I'm so happy he's ok. To be honest, i don't think any of us have stopped loving on him since it happened. I'll give him a hug and a kiss for you!

  3. AW! So glad Paul is okay! I'm a huge cat person, I would have flipped my shit too if that had happened to my kitten. I'm glad you guys have air now, so sorry you went through this whole ordeal, it sounds so horribly stressful!

  4. you poor guys. Oh my gosh I would have been pissed off from the get-go, but thank god it's fixed and your kittens are okay.
    It doesn't make any sense to me why your landlord is such a douchebag.
    Btw, I think Mayor West on Family guy has like a kitten gun/or bag and he's picking them up one by one and then starts laughing when he gets to Paul because it's such a silly name!
    :] feel better with all this dear!

  5. Caitlin- It was seriously one of the most stressful days of my life! The air is fixed now, and Paul is a-ok, so that's all i really care about. i'm just glad it's behind us!

    Alexis- i have been non-stop pissed off for about the last month. I think our landlord must be completely retarded. hopefully our air conditoner will remain fixed, because if it breaks for the 4th time, i'm going on a killing spree.