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I’m Not Looking For Placation. Just Fix it.

Really.

Ever since we moved here I have been smelling a whiff of gas off and on. Always in my room. James can’t smell it, and jokes about my bloodhound sense of smell.  Hannah says she can smell it sometimes.  It annoys me enough that I constantly run a fan in my room to keep the air circulating at night.  We have had the gas company come out twice but they never found anything.  On Wednesday, the gas company sent a guy out again and this time he finally found the leak and red tagged my furnace.

Today, my landlord sent a repair person to the house.  The guy obviously thought I was being paranoid.  His behavior was just a hair above eye-rolling condescension.  I swear I thought he was going to refer to me as the “little lady”.  He finally decided he would replace a valve, but made it clear he was doing it to make me feel better.

The gas man had been very friendly, and tolerated all of Cooper’s questions.  He let Cooper hold the meter, and was very patient with him.  Cooper always has a million questions.  Today, he tried the same thing on the repair man, but this guy wasn’t so nice.  I had to keep directing Cooper back to the playroom, while he protested “but I just want to help! I’m a good helper!”

WELL.  Once he was in there, he discovered it wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought.  Nearly two hours later, my furnace is finally running and there no longer is a gas smell.

I couldn’t help but smirk while he explained what he had to fix.    Guess I wasn’t so silly after all.

11 Responses to I’m Not Looking For Placation. Just Fix it.

  1. I always appreciate adults who are willing to answer my daughter’s questions and let her see what they’re doing. Usually, those are the ones who also explain the problem in a way that the average person – who hasn’t been trained with the equipment – can understand. It’s a shame that not all of them will do that.

  2. Funny how that works! A similar thing happened to me when I was younger. My landlord was PO’d because I ended up calling the gas company myself (this was an illegal suite) and begging them to come look. Lo and behold there was a leak. I’d been feeling ill off and on frequently for a month and couldn’t figure it out. Once the leak was fixed…I got better.

  3. The last time a man tried that on me, I got him fired. Harsh, a little but just because I am a woman, doesn’t mean I am stupid. I had brought the minivan into a dealership and my husband had come to drive me back home. Did the guy talk to me? Nope, he talked to my husband. I called his boss when I got home and let them have it. It was MY car. Now, when men start talking down to me, I set them straight. I don’t have time to be civil to jerks.

  4. Many years ago I lived in a very small apartment that probably shouldn’t have been legal to rent out to people. Anyhow, one day I started smelling something strange. It was a bitter smell that was constantly giving me headaches. I spoke to my landlady, who looked around the apartment and never found anything. My boyfriend said he could never smell anything. This went on for months. Yes, MONTHS. Well, one day I decided that I was going to find the cause of the smell, and started cleaning and scrubbing every surface of my kitchen. Which is when I found out that the gas stove had a griddle in the center of it that I was unaware of, and the pilot light had gone out. So, gas was just blowing into my apartment. Awesome, huh?!

  5. Maybe the repair guy was actually a nice guy who just has a hard time concentrating when someone is hovering around and talking to him. I have the same problem when people bring their young children in with them for their ultrasound appointments. Luckily, that doesn’t happen very often at the VA.

    Glad your gas is fixed. I swear most men have no sense of smell.

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