1. Saturday night, I returned home from celebrating Katie’s birthday sometime after midnight and thought to myself, “Oh BABY am I ready to get an extra hour of sleep tonight!” I reset the clocks in our kitchen and living room, set my alarm for the next morning, and crawled into bed, where I intended to spend the next 8.5-9 glorious hours.
Then, at about 6:45 a.m.: tapping at my chamber door.
Groggy and none-too-pleased to have been roused from my slumber two hours before I had any intention of getting up, I opened the door and was greeted by my roommate, who announced, “There’s smoke in our apartment, and I have to leave in 15 minutes and I wanted someone to be up.”
Well, nothing wakes you up quite like that kind of news, so I threw my glasses on, followed my roommate out to the living area of the apartment, where lo and behold, there appeared to be smoke in our apartment. My roommate claims this all was coming from the oven, so she called the management company to tell them about it, while I was all, “CALL 911! WHO CARES ABOUT THE MANAGEMENT?!?!” Eventually my other roommate called the fire department, so my Sunday commenced with visits the Chicago Fire Department, the Chicago Police Department, the emergency maintenance man my management employs, AND my property’s maintenance man.
The fire department said something about “a pot of meat,” which I imagine is “burnt food” in firefighter speak, disconnected the gas from our stove, and called it a day. The maintenance men claimed that all of this was a result of dripping grease, maybe, or something…just clean your stove and it’ll be fine. I, for one, am not convinced that ANY of these things are true for two reasons. Reason #1: the stove/oven had been off for 12 hours before my roommate noticed smoke. When I arrived home after midnight, nothing was smoking. Reason #2: while our stove was, admittedly, quite dirty, it has been dirty since I moved in two Junes ago and nothing like this has ever happened before. While I will say the smoke definitely smelled more like burnt food smoke than any other kind of smoke (wood smoke, hot electrical smoke, etc.), I just don’t understand how on earth this situation could’ve arisen out of legitimately nowhere. And there certainly WAS smoke (not a lot, but some) in our apartment, so I don’t think this was an issue of another unit burning food and having that scent creep through the walls into our place.
So now I’m terrified of being in my apartment. Having no idea what caused this is pretty much one of the scariest things I can imagine, and I’d like to move out immediately, please and thanks. My lease isn’t up until the end of August, though, so I’m staring down, y’know, 10 months of living in a place where I legitimately fear for my life. Stellar.
But let me tell you, I am FOR SURE moving in August. No question about it.
2. Also, before the fire department arrived, I started throwing some things into a backpack just in case they were going to make us evacuate quickly. In that bag went a couple changes of clothes, my diary, a doll I’ve had since I was 2, my wallet, my CTA pass, my phone. My marathon medal.
Laptop? External hard drive? Insurance and bank account information? Old pictures from my childhood? Was ready to leave all of that behind. But NOT my marathon medal! Priorities, people.
3. It was a bit rainy around these parts on Halloween, so I broke out my rain boots for my commute and noticed:
Cracking boots seems to be a recurring problem in my life. Since freshman year of college, I’ve owned four pairs of weather boots (two pairs of rain boots and two pairs of snow boots), and of those four, three have met an untimely end due to cracks. Is this normal? I have no idea. I’m most upset about these boots cracking, because I’ve only had them for a year and a half (whereas my first pair of rain boots lasted about three years, and my first pair of snow boots lasted three years as well). Hmph.
On the bright side, I happened to be downtown on Saturday, and I told myself I could pop in to DSW to see what I could see, but I would not spend more than $50 on rainboots. Found a pair that came to $49.xx with tax. #winning
What would you save in event of a fire?
Why do my boots keep cracking? 😦