God, I am so cold. I wish my housemates would let me turn the heater on but they’re really concerned about the price of our bills this month. We split the bills four ways and seriously, it’s like a maximum of $200 each per month. My housemates spend more than that on dinner and drinks on a Saturday night. Surely turning the heater on isn’t that crazy of an idea.
But alas, when you live with people you can’t always do what you want. As much as it sucks to not be able to turn on the ducted heater when I want to, at least I know that it works. A technician offering ducted heater servicing in Canberra, which is where we live, came to our house the other month to service our heater. Apparently, that’s something that our landlord has to pay for and so my housemates and I happily invited him in to do the job. Not that we’re allowed to use it, but it is good to know that it works.
I hope my housemates go out so that I can put the heater on soon. They’re party animals and it’s a Friday afternoon, so I assume they’ll be heading out in the next couple of hours. As soon as my last housemate leaves I’m putting the heater on. What they don’t know can’t hurt them and if I choose to stay home when they choose to go out then surely I get free reign to use the house however I choose.
I am so glad that I’m a renter so that I don’t have to pay for my own heating services. In Canberra and surrounding areas, it’s always cold and I’d have to pay to get my heater serviced every year to try and stay warm. It’s nice that renting has at least that one perk. Other than that though, renting is pretty much dead money. If only I could afford to buy a house.