So I Officially Hate My Landlord
This man called me time and again to tell me to run my baseboard heaters on high during extremely cold weather to keep the pipes from freezing. So the lil sis and I did. When the pipes in my bathroom froze anyway, he got an attitude and accused me of not running the heaters. Our handyman had to confirm that yes, in fact, I was running the heaters and closing doors as instructed, but the heating was ineffective.
Ineffective, but not in expensive.
Now we have an electric bill for $469, and Amaya can tell y'all it wasn't worth a damn. We still had to wear socks, layers, and sit with blankets in the living room. So I politely write a letter to my landlord explaining the issue and he 1) flat-out denies responsibility, 2) tells me that when my lease runs out in June, I'm free to move somewhere else, and 3) says I "just must be cold-natured from growing up in a warmer climate wherever it was that [I] grew up."