I spent 12 hours at school today preparing for my kids on Monday. I still don't feel prepared, but teachers never do. I stopped by the bike shop and the grocery store on the way home and by the time I arrived the sun had set. I felt bloated with the weight of profound loneliness. And here I am I turning my cooking blog into this most manly of journals yet again.
The past three hours were spent primarily watching Mad Men while replacing the large front gear, the entire rear cassette, and the chain on my touring bike. I didn't get to go on a run, but I should be able to wake up early enough to go before it gets too hot tomorrow. That's the hope at least. I'm getting better at working on bikes and now that I have a chain whip and couple other tools there's not too much I shouldn't be able to take care of on my own. Still, I'd like someone to teach me how to replace the break cables and gear cables.
Maintenance came to my apartment to fix something in the refrigerator and to look into my AC for the third time this year. The exact words they wrote on my report were "CHECKED AC, ITS WORKING FINE." So I sent them another maintenance request as shown below:
First of all, I appreciate how quickly you guys always come out when I place a request and I wanted to say thank you for fixing my refrigerator this morning.
That said, I've had you guys check my AC three times now this year- twice this summer, and Charles looked at it today and wrote "Checked AC, it's working fine." I don't know what time he came out, but the date call had a time of 9:16 AM. Either way, I just returned from work fifteen minutes ago at 8:45 pm, my AC is set at 70, and it's 83 degrees in my apartment. I've lived with that all summer. I don't consider that working fine. Furthermore, the fan still squeaks, something that was looked at and oiled a couple months ago. I don't want to give you the wrong impression, I love my apartment and will recommend the complex to anyone who asks, but don't patronize me. Even taking into account that I live on the third floor and have western exposure, it was dark when I got home and who knows how many hours the AC had been set at 70. A working AC unit can cool to 70 degrees, much less get below 80 when set at 70.
I think I was way too nice. I even added the apostrophe in "it's" to make the rage-inducing comment less grammatically infuriating. Like I told my friend just after I got home: I can live with my AC being broken, but if you're going to lie to my face and patronize me, you can go f- yourself. By the way, I'm writing this at 12:15 at night and it's still 80 in my apartment. Assholes.
I'm sorry that this is such a rambling and anger-laden post. In between fixing my bike and complaining about the audacity of my apartment complex I did cook dinner. Check it out:
Pork Chops with Roast Turnips and Beets
3 Pork Chops
1/3 c. Apple Sauce
Pinch of Cumin
Pinch of Coriander
Pinch of Cinnamon
Pinch of Cayenne
Spoonful of Honey
Salt and Pepper
Mix all of the Spices and Honey into the Applesauce. Brown the Pork Chops, flip, and let cook with spiced Applesauce on top until safe to eat.
Salt and Pepper
Meanwhile, 30 minutes ago, you should have cut the Beet and Turnip into small cubes, given a little Olive Oil and Salt and Pepper, and put in your toaster over on 400.* After about 40-45 minutes they should be ready to melt in your mouth!
*"Meanwhile, 30 minutes ago..." LOL