At least that's what the chirping from my smoke detector sounds like. The fix-it woman came out yesterday to fix it. My so called do it yourself, replace the battery job failed miserably (How was I supposed to know that the blasted thing wasn't permanently attached to those wires in the celing?). So I ended up looking very stupid (like I forgot my dented helmet) and was lectured about lining up the positive and negative ends correctly. I swear if I knew I didn't have to guess which way the battery was supposed to go in (this is a good time to say I stood on the arm of my sofa to change the battery because I don't have a ladder), I would have done it right. Oh well.
After my talking down to, Miss Fix-it told me the smoke detector would have to power up again and would eventually stop beeping in about an hour or so; and if it didn't, I should call the office to let her know.
Unfortunately for me, procrastinator that I am, I could not sit around and wait. I had put off going to bank and buying food for far too long (about 3 weeks to be exact), so I had to run those errands. Of course by the time I returned, the smoke detector was still beeping and the office was closed. Damn.
So, the only thing I was left to do was call and leave a message at the office (why or why didn't someone turn the answering machine on) or, and this was the option I could actually exercise, send a work order through the apartment website. Success! Now I have to play the waiting game again. Another week wait on the horizon. Ugh.
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