Frozen

I love my apartment. It has an amazing loft style and since the apartment is so long, feels like it has two living rooms in one. The kitchen is open to the entire living space and is quite modern. There are 4 very large windows opposite the front door and the bedroom is small but surprisingly cozy. All in all it's great...the only problem is that it's freezing!

This past week it has been extremely cold in Louisville. There approximates 6 inches of snow on the ground and conditions are terrible for driving. With this in mind, wouldn't you think you'd want to stay home and relax? For most people yes, of course...but for me--NO. We have had no heat for the past 3 days! During this time we have learned the art of layering. I know how to wear 6 shirts and still feel cold and wear 2 pairs of long-johns and look stylin'. I have been sleeping with 2 comforters and still wake up feeling like the tip of my nose will break off at any moment. Basically, it's been a little difficult.

However, I've learned to be patient and today, finally, someone shows up and tells us how to get the heat working. All he did was flip a switch on the fuse/breaker box and a blast of warm air hits me. Wow! Wouldn't it have been nice if, during this time of giving (so called "Christmas time"), apartment management would have sent this man to flip the switch 3 days earlier? Wouldn't it have been nice if they could have called all the tenants that had been complaining of no heat for the past 3 days during the coldest temperatures in Louisville and told them that all they had to do was flip a switch? Wouldn't it have been nice if instead of sending out X-mas cards, they would have posted a sign with directions on how to defrost your apartment?

I guess coming back to America, you realize that although we live in a country that prides itself on customer service and giving---that it's a pretty damn selfish and self-centered society. A place where everyone runs off to take care of their own family, a country where someone worries more about feeding their home-bound dog than a homeless guy by the name of Dirty Dan that lives in the corner of their apartments parking garage with little more than a plastic bag to sleep on. Wow! I love America...