Today, Beth and I were unable to do anything outside of our apartment since we had to wait for the guy who was going to turn on our gas for our stove and oven. They told us he would be there any time after 8:00 am, so we had to be in our apartment all day since he could have shown up any time. At 3:30 he arrived and told us that he couldn't actually hook up our gas since the apartment building had not provided us with a shut-off valve and had not actually ever hooked the stove up to the gas pipes. How did all of the previous tenants gotten by without ever realizing that? I don't know. After we reported the problem to the manager, he said he would do his best to fix the problem tomorrow, but he doesn't know what he can do since we didn't have the gas guy write down on a "red sheet" what needed to be done to the stove. Never mind the fact that I wrote down verbatim what he told us and gave that paper to the manager. This means that we have to stick around tomorrow for the apartment people to show up to fix our stove, and then another day for them to make another attempt at hooking up our gas. What a hassle.
Even though the gas guy left around 3:30, Beth and I still have not left our apartment. Why, you ask? The reason for this is that we can not think of anything to do. You may think that a city like Miami would have plenty of things to entertain two teenage girls. That is not the case, though. Any suggestions, anyone? It is true that we live in an exciting place, but it is probably more exciting for people who have the money to shop or who are 21 and older so that they can enjoy the bars and clubs.
CYM countdown: 7 days
-Aly
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