Day 2

Well, it's Day 2 without hot water. I've just thought about, and dismissed, calling up my neighborhood friends and begging them to let me use their showers. They're probably at work already. I've also dismissed showering at the gym. So I'm waiting. For the hot water. Impatiently.

I've already called work to let them know I'll be late. I'm counting down the minutes until 9:00, when I can call up my super and say WHAT THAT FUCK!?!? Because, you know, no one would think of posting a notice informing us of the situation and letting us know when we might expect hot water.

I can take cold showers, mind you. It's the shaving that's an issue. When it's this hot out, I want to wear as little as possible. My underarm hair is getting to be a problem. My leg hair is now visible. How am I going to wear the cute ruffly blue tank top and knee-length black skirt if I can't shave? The answer, I'm afraid, is that I cannot leave the house until there is hot water. Whether that ends up being minutes or days, there's nothing I can do about it.

Two weekends ago, someone removed the lock from the front door of my building. Like, there was just a hole left. Judging by how long it took to replace the lock, I should have hot water in 4-5 days.