Today, at long-anticipated last, the AC repairman came to Fix Our AC.
He was here for all of five minutes. Apparently MFA Landlord told him he'd put flooring down in the attic (he did come over here unannounced one time while I was at work), but he'd really just thrown two sheets of plywood over the joists and called it a floor, and that will not do (I don't blame the AC guy--he's a big dude who would be carrying large, heavy parts around up there).
So I e-mailed MFA Landlord and told him I'll pay the rent when the AC is fixed.
I mean, Jesus H, it has been almost two months, we've had four companies come out, three landlord visits, and now this?
So probably there will be a lot of emotionally-draining saber-rattling in the days to come, and I hate everyone and everything.
And how are all of YOU?