If you’re a company contracted to manage a bunch of old houses such as these you’re obviously going to want to squeeze every dollar you can out of it. After all, you’re dealing with a bunch of old drunks, addicts, derelicts and other fallout from the mainstream human experience. So one of the things you’ll do from the start is pretend all those complaints of failings in the buildings you contracted to maintain get ignored as long as possible.
During this cold spell I’m told there have been a rash of complaints of old sissie veterans who thought their central heating units ought to be working better. Mostly they’re lying. Just want something to complain about. I know because last year when my heater didn’t heat the place the manager explained it to me.
So I went out and bought a radiator heater and a bottle-top propane heater and barely even attempt to use the central heat. I try to keep the thermostat at 61 degrees.
Sorry but the radiator just can’t keep up with Zero degrees F outdoors. But anticipating the response to my maintenance request I applied the use of a tool I picked up on sale a while back. It’s magic! Somehow this little pistolie can read the surface temperature of all manner of objects from a distance, along with the ambient temperature.
In other words you can point it into your heat outlet vents and find out the temperature of the air coming out of there as it emerges!
No room for arguments, evasions or excuses.
I’ve loaned this to the other guys in the building and they’ve all become believers. And my own maintenance request is getting some respect in the proper quarters.
Heck, I’d loan it to some of the folks in the other buildings, too, but someone would trade it for a bottle of whiskey or some skag.
Thanks for the visit.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 