Well, *smeg*.

[camwyn]

Worked late tonight. I needed to get an upgrade or four one on a system that was in use for most of the day, and I also wanted to avoid the worst of the transit-strike crowds, so I stayed at the office until about halfway through Jim Cramer's "Mad Money" on CNBC, then headed for the PATH.

Thought I could get a ride on a bike taxi. Couldn't. Oh, well, exercise.

Got a seat on the PATH train. Yay me.

Got home. Fed the cats. Cats were happy.

Opened the fridge to get a drink of water... and got hit with a faceful of warm air.

Everything in my fridge is spoilt. Or melted. Or both.

The fridge motor is running, but there's no cooling coming out anywhere. I'm going to call the office tomorrow and tell them this, and then stay home and clean out the fridge and find someone to hide the cats with and call the landlady and hide the cats and get this fixed, gorrammit.

At least it happened today, and not Friday or Christmas Eve or something. And at least I hadn't gone food shopping like I'd planned; I mostly just lost leftovers, and some frozen spinach and nine unused eggs.

Still, it galls and exhausts just to think about. Like I said, I'm gonna just try and get out of work tomorrow period, even if the landlady can't get someone out to fix the fridge straightaway. If nothing else I can go to Sears and buy a mini-fridge to use in the meantime, and get some soup and other canned products. And, like I said, stash the cats.

PHBLEAH, though. I mean, just... PHBLEAH.

Comments

[condotierre.livejournal.com]

I send the attack yaks on your behalf. Yeah. PHBLEAH is right.

[camwyn]

Dude, I totally thought of you the other day. The protagonist of H. P. Lovecraft's "Dreamquest of Unknown Kadath" travels quite a long way into the cold silent mountains north of Inquanok by means of a hired, trained yak.

[condotierre.livejournal.com]

You know, it's been so long since I read any Lovecraft I totally forgot about that one. Now I must reread it! Hired trained ATTACK YAK! How much better can it get?

[illmantrim.livejournal.com]

erk... not the funness.

[crisavec.livejournal.com]

kokuten here, since my compy is No Longer Of This World (think organ donation and cannibalism).

Sounds like you let the Freon out - if this was 1980, you could just go down to the hardware store and get a can of Freon and the nessecary pressure gear to plug it into your system.

That was until they figured out it was hell on the environment. Today, you get to call somebody.

Best of luck! Worst comes to worst, you can stash your cats at my place.. *EG* (This is grinworthy because a) I live in anchorage alaska with b) three cats of my own, and because c) her apartment is larger, and d) I'm just desperate to find someone to check my kitties so I can spend 'X-Mas' with my biological predecessors and near relatives)

(e) 'Family', they say. whatever)

[kelathefinn.livejournal.com]

Actually, your eggs were probably fine. You put them in a big pan of water, and if they float, they're goners, but if they sink even halfway down you can boil them. Last time this happened to me, I lost 30 kilos of meat I had just butchered and frozen - my husband was in his usual way 'saving electricity' by turning things off when we went to the cabin, and he decided - without informing me - to turn off ALL the electricity in the house and he threw the main switch just as he went out the door... The smell when we came home was indescribable.

[camwyn]

I'll have to try it... I gotta call the local pet grooming place and ask if I can stash the cats at short notice.

Because it might cheer you up

[almeda.livejournal.com]

I point you to this newly-made icon. :->

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[camwyn]

Awww. Horsie!

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

Phrasing has lead to the mental image of you stashing the cats at Sears....