So this is the weekend of the big deadline push, right? And my office is in the basement, where it gets a little chilly during the winter.
I wake up this morning and discover that sometime during the night, the furnace has ceased to function. Actually, I think it's the fan. Whatever. It's freezing. Well, 61 degrees, to be precise.
So we, who pay for the upgraded furnace service package, phone first thing. We're talking 7:15 am Sunday morning. The first time they can get here? Tomorrow morning.
"What are we supposed to do in the meantime?" says I. "Freeze?"
The answer, apparently, is yep, pretty much.
But wait! They have a techie phone service. Want to try that? Sure -- although we'll keep the service call on the schedule and cancel if necessary, because I gotta say, if the furnace quits the first really cold day of winter? I want that baby checked.
I get cut off THREE TIMES. The first, maybe human error. The second, I get "Your call cannot be completed." I try for third time lucky and get the same thing. The fourth time I call to say, "You have a serious problem with your system."
Good thing we got the gas fireplaces, because one space heater for an entire house? Ain't gonna cut it. Unfortunately, neither of them are in my office.
So think of me, huddled over the keyboard, scarf thrown artistically around my neck, finishing my manuscript.