oy! fucking oy!

[mamajoan]

Got home from work, walked into my apartment and immediately smelled gas.

The nice lady from KeySpan has been here about half an hour now, trying to fix it. She finally isolated the place where the leak is coming from. Now she's trying to figure out whether she has the necessary parts to fix it. And the gas is shut off for the duration, which means I can't cook anything. Guess we'll be having a cold supper.

Not too surprisingly, the leak is connected to Brian's gas meter. Where just today he had workmen over, installing his new GAS-powered furnace. Coincidence? Ya think? 'Cause I don't think.

grump. Why must it always be *something*???

UPDATE
The nice lady fixed it and left. She claims it had nothing to do with the furnace stuff. Apparently some piece of pipe had a big ole hole in it. She said she had never seen anything like that before. Typical.

We had to go upstairs to relight the pilots in Brian's stove and since he wasn't home, I ended up holding up the cover plate on his stove while the gas-company woman was doing her thing. The damn thing was covered with some kind of disgusting sticky black crap, which got all over my hands and took ages to wash off. Ewwwwwwww. Fucking ew! ARGH.

And now it's almost 9pm and Isaac is way too wound up for sleep, and he hasn't really eaten. SIGH. grumble, grump.

Comments

[rainbow-goddess.livejournal.com]

Yikes! Smelling gas is Not Good. I'm glad it's been fixed, but I'm sure that's not the way you wanted to spend your evening.

[mamajoan.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm just glad I decided to take it seriously and give a call. I've been known to smell random things that don't exist, but this was just so clear and definite the minute I walked in, I decided to go with better safe than sorry.