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pantryslutHere comes the first big test of my new home's building management:
I think my fridge may be broken.
The door doesn't seem to be closing correctly. That's all. It doesn't seem to be making a clean seal. But God I hate the idea of trying to get the building manager to replace it. Not because he's not a nice man, but because all such interactions make me itchy ever since I found out the hard way that my old lease didn't cover major appliances.
Of course, if I were under that lease, or if I owned this place, I could just replace the damn fridge myself, and not fret.
Meanwhile, I had to throw out *all* of my greens for the week -- spinach, escarole, a nice head of romaine -- because of frost damage; presumably the gapping fridge worked overtime to keep things on the lower shelves cool. Yarg!
I think my fridge may be broken.
The door doesn't seem to be closing correctly. That's all. It doesn't seem to be making a clean seal. But God I hate the idea of trying to get the building manager to replace it. Not because he's not a nice man, but because all such interactions make me itchy ever since I found out the hard way that my old lease didn't cover major appliances.
Of course, if I were under that lease, or if I owned this place, I could just replace the damn fridge myself, and not fret.
Meanwhile, I had to throw out *all* of my greens for the week -- spinach, escarole, a nice head of romaine -- because of frost damage; presumably the gapping fridge worked overtime to keep things on the lower shelves cool. Yarg!
