Update.
Just for shits and giggles I tested the water temp with my meat thermometer this morning, before going to see the apartment manager.
153.7 degrees. Farenheit.
The absolute MAX I can handle my water temps when I intend to scald myself in the shower after a long day is maaaaaaybe 105. in short doses.
I went and talked to the office manager today. My cheeks and ears are still rather bright pink, and she asked about it. Perfect segue. I asked if there was someplace semi-private to discuss things because it's kind of embarrassing to talk about. She thought I was going to say maintenance barged in this morning without knocking while I was naked or something.
I explained what was going on and showed her one picture, the one I took of my upper chest and face immediately after getting out of the shower.
The maintenance guy who fixed my pipes in my ceiling was in the office and got on him, demanding to know if he fubared my water. He said no. She said to get to my apartment NOW and fix it. And this is before I even finished telling her the entire story.
When I told her where else I was burned, she was appalled. She did ask about checking the temp first, but when I told her about always knowing the point on the knob for favorite shower temp, she understood. I didn't show her the rest of the pics, and told her where else I got burned that did not get photographed. She's very sympathetic. I also took a pic of the thermometer under the running water. She didn't think the water got that hot from the taps here.
Either way, maintenance was at my place when I finished talking to her, and he tested all my taps, and sure enough. No cold. No ability to flush the toilet because of an empty tank. He left, and for the last half hour or so, I've heard him outside the building, banging on pipes and clanging around, so I'm assuming he's fixing things.
I was told if I did in fact have to go to the clinic, to let her know. She'd see if there's a form or some kind of voucher I can take in, so the fee bill gets charged to the apartment complex. She's going to call her supervisor to check on that, and I'll get back to her later. She's also planning on finding out just who, exactly, was on call for the emergency maintenance line last night. I have my cell phone records showing I called them at 10:20 pm, and that the call lasted 3 minutes,so it wasn't just a dial and dash. I left all the requisite info, asked for a callback and never got one. I think heads might roll, but given the owwie achiness right now, can't exactly feel bad about it.
More later as I learn it.
Only downside is, I think I'm going to end up missing work today. Sonofabitch.
Just for shits and giggles I tested the water temp with my meat thermometer this morning, before going to see the apartment manager.
153.7 degrees. Farenheit.
The absolute MAX I can handle my water temps when I intend to scald myself in the shower after a long day is maaaaaaybe 105. in short doses.
I went and talked to the office manager today. My cheeks and ears are still rather bright pink, and she asked about it. Perfect segue. I asked if there was someplace semi-private to discuss things because it's kind of embarrassing to talk about. She thought I was going to say maintenance barged in this morning without knocking while I was naked or something.
I explained what was going on and showed her one picture, the one I took of my upper chest and face immediately after getting out of the shower.
The maintenance guy who fixed my pipes in my ceiling was in the office and got on him, demanding to know if he fubared my water. He said no. She said to get to my apartment NOW and fix it. And this is before I even finished telling her the entire story.
When I told her where else I was burned, she was appalled. She did ask about checking the temp first, but when I told her about always knowing the point on the knob for favorite shower temp, she understood. I didn't show her the rest of the pics, and told her where else I got burned that did not get photographed. She's very sympathetic. I also took a pic of the thermometer under the running water. She didn't think the water got that hot from the taps here.
Either way, maintenance was at my place when I finished talking to her, and he tested all my taps, and sure enough. No cold. No ability to flush the toilet because of an empty tank. He left, and for the last half hour or so, I've heard him outside the building, banging on pipes and clanging around, so I'm assuming he's fixing things.
I was told if I did in fact have to go to the clinic, to let her know. She'd see if there's a form or some kind of voucher I can take in, so the fee bill gets charged to the apartment complex. She's going to call her supervisor to check on that, and I'll get back to her later. She's also planning on finding out just who, exactly, was on call for the emergency maintenance line last night. I have my cell phone records showing I called them at 10:20 pm, and that the call lasted 3 minutes,so it wasn't just a dial and dash. I left all the requisite info, asked for a callback and never got one. I think heads might roll, but given the owwie achiness right now, can't exactly feel bad about it.
More later as I learn it.
Only downside is, I think I'm going to end up missing work today. Sonofabitch.




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