Want to read about my first-world problem? You're welcome!
Central air and heat have become the most-useless-should-be-most-useful- things in our home right now.
Luckily, we live in South California where we may leave our balcony doors and windows open, but on the days we actually need our central air and heat, this is what happens:
-when I turn on the heat, cold air shoots out for a good twenty minutes first "to warm up" the heater
- when I turn on the air conditioner, a smell of burning wet clothes permeates our apartment before we get any of the icy breeze we need to cool ourselves down
and, my personal favorite...
-when we need assistance with our central air and heat, we have to deal with our champagne addled Russian superintendent who regales us with stories of his old world past, which include being a notable rock star, an unsuccessful undercover agent, a hit man, and if I understand him correctly, "just a countryman"
Mind you, I know this is a first-world problem and I shouldn't complain too much. But the questions was asked, so the question must be answered.
