Vents and Venting

I called the apartment office this morning for maintenance help because my thermostat wouldn't turn the heat on until I would flick it to fan and then back to auto. Which was fine, except that I had to do that every time it kicked off or it would never turn back on. Mornings were very, very chilly.

They were very nice, sent out not one, but two maintenance men who replaced the thermostat and were fiddling with wires when I left to head to work.

I got home tonight to discover that the house was cold. No problem, I thought, they muct just have turned the setting down low to save me money.

Nope.

Set on 75, the thermometer also read 75, but I was shivering while still in my coat. Well, thought I, guess this themostat has problems taking an accurate reading, I'll call that in tomorrow. So I turned up the setting to kick the heater in.

Fifteen minutes later, I stomp to the front of the thermostat again and glare. Flick it to fan. Listen to the whirr of air. Click it back to heat. Wait. Voila! Heat.

So now, not only do I have the problem I had when I woke up this morning, I have a brand new one because I called someone to fix my original problem. Is this irony or just pathetic?

I'm going to go curl up under several blankets and sulk with a book of Sudoku now. And hot tea.