camwyn | Well, *smeg*.

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.