No justice, no heat.

What a clever title for a diary, it's like Fraser. Let's get to it!

When I was leaving work on Friday I was watching the news. They were over-hyping things, as usual. They were talking about record-low temperatures and so on. I said to myself, oh, come on. Walked outside and froze my ass off! Friday night I had plans to kick it with my friend Tiffany. We ordered some Chinese food and watched Bend It Like Beckham, her choice, not mine. The food was great and the film was surprisingly good. I was out of there around 12.

Saturday I woke up around 10. I wanted a free weekend so I decided to get my laundry out of the way. I decided to do it up the street, rather than starting my car to drive to Nutley. I have a feeling that if I start my car in these temperatures, something will fall off. I'm not kidding, why risk it, you know? I did my laundry and headed back home to watch TV. Around 4 or 5 o'clock I noticed that it was getting cold in my apartment. I looked out my window and saw some guys going in and out of the building. They must be working on something, I thought. Rather than sit and be cold, I decided to walk around Hoboken, and be cold. I was gone for well over an hour and I came back to the guys bringing in duct work, not a good sign.

Up to the apartment and it got colder inside. I have one of those small space heaters so I set it up close to the sofa. It's the equivalent of sitting in front of a hair dryer, that's on the low setting. I had a burrito for dinner and flipped around the tube all night. The guys were still working on the heat. I decided to stay up until the heat came on. Around two am, I looked out the window and saw that the truck was gone. OK, I thought. This won't be so bad. I got every blanket I had, added to the already large amount of clothes that I was wearing and called it a night.

Woke up around 9 on Sunday. Still cold, they never fixed the heat. No one called and no one left a note about this problem. I took a hot shower and decided to leave, outside was better than this, at least the sun's out. I found the number to the building manager and left a message. The message was basically this, "What's up!?" I walked outside and ran into my neighbor (can't remember his name to save my life but he's a hell of a nice guy) and he told me that they were here 'til four am. They were either fixing or replacing the boiler, on the coldest day in recent memory, and they didn't have the right part. Great, I told him, great. He told me it was around 40 degrees in his apartment.

I walked to the Hoboken A & P and bought some stuff, again, I refuse to start my car. It's funny, I just don't want anything to happen I may not start her until spring, ha ha. I get home and the manager called me back. Turns out, they won't have the part until Monday.

Nice.

I figure my cats will be fine, there are plenty of blankets and they do have a full coat of fur but I'm not staying here again. Hell no. So, I made arrangements to sleep over Tiffany's house.

What a crap weekend. What a cold weekend. The topper of all of this is on Saturday night, I bought some Pringles and every chip was broken, BROKEN! Crazy world.

Stay warm,

Bob