I love Mondays... did you catch the sarcasm in that?
This Monday was an especially brutal in more ways than one!
While he was outside in the freezing cold trying to get my poor little car-car started I knew the furnace just wasn't working right. You could hear it start to pump oil from the tank, the furnace would prime, the fan would come on for about 45 seconds then it would cut out and the whole process would start again. There were fumes in the house that had started to burn my eyes after a few hours and we were struggling to maintain a consistent temperature. I just knew it wasn't right but I had to get into work! Because of our concern for the fumes and the cats we did leave a window open when we left the house.
Todd and I agreed I would call the oil company (we have oil heat) who we have a service plan on our furnace with and deal with this. Unfortunately if Todd doesn't work he doesn't get paid, whereas I have a personal day and sick days. I was a little flustered when they asked me if I could be back at the house an hour later for a service man. So I pretty much left work not long after I got there. It took the poor service guy until 2:30 PM to fix my furnace!
Excuse my french, but what a shitty day!
I swear I'm never going to feel warm ever again!