Yesterday started off pleasant. Our thermostat is set at 75, and for the past 6 months the air conditioner has been running pretty much constant. So I didn't think much about the humming from the vents. It's background noise, which I enjoy. And since it is Florida, I didn't pay much attention to the warmth in the room. It was a sunny day, the blinds were open, my mouse-ing hand was getting a tan, all normal.
When Mike walked in the door at 7pm he went straight to the thermostat and asked, "Why is it 81 degrees in here?"
I assumed it was because he had jacked the setting up to 90 degrees when he left that morning. He likes to piss me off like that sometimes. I hadn't really noticed that anything was amiss. But, now that he mentioned it, it was hot in herre.
He demonstrated that he had in fact turned it down to 70 degrees while he was getting ready this morning. Apparently this is something we're doing now? Before I could get riled up about the electric bill, we put our hands up to the vent. It was like someone's asthmatic Grandpa was trying to blow out his birthday candles.
Then we peeked outside at the unit itself. Living in an apartment building, we don't pay a lot of attention to things, because we know we aren't responsible for them. However, when the squirrels start chewing on the AC hoses and frost an inch thick builds up on the gaskets, it might be time to care.
Took the picture this morning. The frost melted last night, once we turned the unit off.And now I'm sitting here, waiting for some maintenance guys to show up and invariably do the same thing they did last time: patch things with duct tape, add some more juice, vacuum out the debris and leave dirty hand prints on my wall. Because we live in an apartment complex with 900 units.
And freon-huffing squirrels.
Jimmy Buffet?
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