I hate the weather in Southern California. It’s always so bloody hot! (Except in Winter, but that only lasts a couple of months.) One consequence of warm weather is that I find it difficult to sleep. (I like it to be pleasantly morgue-like when I sleep.) Last night I tossed and turned, sleeping sporadically. After waking up in the wee hours, I had just gotten back to sleep when the phone rang at about 03:15. I hate late-night phone calls. Always bad news.
This time it was just a fax. Two things wrong with that: First, I was wide-awake when the phone started ringing expecting to hear a teary voice when the answering machine picked up telling me that someone had died. Second, I don’t have a fax machine.
That’s right, some dog-felching spammer got my phone number and thinks it’s a fax number. I got a fax attempt on my machine during the week, and with my machine you must listen to the entire message before it can be deleted. Son of a whore, I hate that! If I get another fax attempt, I’ll have to forward my phone to the office fax (accessed by about 60 people) and hope it’s nothing pornographic. Then I’ll have to ask to be removed from their spam list. Why can’t spammers leave me the hell alone?
Well, I was planning to get up at 04:00 anyway so I could do the laundry in the communal laundry room. Surprise, surprise! One of the two washers is broken! Actually, the washer is probably fine. The coin slot is just jammed. Again. (Oh, BTW: Someone had removed someone else’s laundry from a dryer. The owner of that laundry has left it all night. “Be patient and wait for the person to remove his own laundry”? Phooey to that!) So there is only one machine, which will delay getting my laundry done.
So are you in the Valley where it’s like hell? At least S.CA doesn’t have the high humidity of the south or east coast in the summer.
Well, to foil the fax spammers I no longer get incoming fax on my fax machine. I use efax. I also turn off all ringers at night. I can hear the bad news when I’m more alert.
No, I’m in West L.A. But it’s still too warm for me.
One of my phones is a rotary-dail, so the ringer can’t be turned off. I don’t have a fax machine and never had a fax machine, so I have nothing to turn off.
I don’t really think this is Pit-worthy. Just another Manic Monday.
Well, I could give you a solution to that: a couple of years ago, we had a hot summer, and everyone was complaining. Being the great guys that they are, the radio DJs immediately came up with a solution: put your blankets in the freezer for at least a few hours before bedtime. Never tried it myself, though, so I don’t know how well it would work, if at all.
Today, I lost about two cups of laundry detergent due to the coin slot in the washer being jammed, and my not noticing until I had put my laundry AND detergent in the washer. That would be my own stupidity, and for that, I take full responsibility.
But I wasn’t thinking of looking for that, since this is the first time in the nearly two years of living in this apartment building that I have encountered this. Machines out of order because some idiots decided to do something to disable them permanently? Yes, last fall. (and it took the management at least two months, if not three, to buy new machines) But not this. You can bet that I’ll be checking for it from now on, though.
F_X
P.S. I also turn off my ringer at night, after one too many phone calls at 1 AM or thereabouts when I was trying to sleep. Then again, I leave it off now almost all the time…