89 degrees. No, I'm not talking about my 98 degrees tribute boy band, I'll save that for another post. 89 degrees was the temperature in my house last night. 89 degrees!!! I pulled the Rex in the garage. Got out. Opened up the door to go in the house. Walked in (the entrance into our house from the garage puts you in the basement). A little warmer than usual, no need for alarm. I then proceeded up the stairs to the main level. Holy shit! Each step was about 2 degrees warmer than the last. By the time I reached the top I felt like I was standing on the surface of the sun.
"Why is it so hot in here?" I asked my wife. "I don't know...I'm not hot," she replied. I looked over and she was watching Friends, with a damn blanket on top of her. WTF, right? I walked down the hall to check out the thermostat...it read 89 degrees. Now, I'm a fat ass. So, by the time I skeezed up the stairs, scratched my head at Carmen being covered by a down comforter, walked down the hall to check the thermostat...I was sweating like a hooker in church on testimony Sunday. Run-on sentence mania, I know. But totally necessary.
I went out to the cooling unit with my trusty flashlight in hand. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but I felt like it was my "manly" duty to at least act like it. So, I was out there trying to figure out why my house felt like the seventh layer of hell. Did this, did that. My conclusion, it wouldn't come on regardless of what I did. I guess I need to call someone. Good call, Kent.
One $90 service call, one bad compressor later...I get a $5400 quote for a new unit. Labor included, of course. What should I do with this information? I have no choice, right? Wrong. Fortunately, my buddy Mark is a real estate genius. He told me that I probably got a home warranty when we bought the house back in September. He was right. So...even if the warranty company just wants to replace the compressor, I'll be able to apply that money towards a new unit and just make up the difference. Wicked great, right? Yeah, I thought so too.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
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2 comments:
that's a great post! love it...and carmen used to not be so cold-natured!!! what happened??! i do my best to keep the air off on 12th street...can't afford it...it's unfortunate!
My husband gets annoyed by my excessive and inappropriate blanket use too. This weekend was so hot that even I didn't need a blanket, so that is really saying something!
Sorry to hear about your bad compressor. Good luck with the home warranty company.
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