Our air conditioning took another nosedive today. It has been sounding like a giant metal grinder for weeks, but after the last repair they assured us it was as good as new. We had hoped then that they'd go ahead and replace it, as it's an older unit and costs a mint ot run here in the Phoenix summer. They opted for the temporary fix. You get what you pay for...
I was so excited to be working from home today in a quiet house (now that the girls are back in school). Instead, I'm sitting here sweating as I watch the thermometer creep upward. Actually, I think it's sprinting rather than creeping.
I can't go anywhere because I have to wait for the repairmen, who are unable to give me even a rough estimation of their arrival time. Of course, it will probably fall somewhere within the 15 minute window in which I must pick up my girls from school.
I imagine they will arrive, look at the AC unit, tell us it needs a major repair or replacement, and being that it's almost the weekend we''ll probably be stuck sweating it out until Monday or Tuesday.
It's only supposed to hit 108 tomorrow.
Here's one of those things I often ponder...
Why don't AC repair companies seem to stock any of the parts they need to actually DO repairs? I can't understand why this is one business where every fix takes a number of days because one must wait on parts.
It's not yet 2:00 PM and my house has already reached 85 degrees inside. I don't think this is going to be pretty. Time to gather up my candles and other meltables and get them into the garage fridge!
***UPDATE: At 7:50 PM we have an indoor temperature of 94 degrees. The AC needs to be totally replaced and won't be done until Saturday at the earliest, and possibly not until Monday or Tuesday. I had to make rush arrangements to kennel our dog to spare her the heat. This stinks!***