Hello from sunny Florida!
So I made it to the apartment for the first time yesterday evening. Oooh boy. The apartment is nice, the location is great for FI, and the maintenance people are lovely. And how do I know that, one might ask? Because when I walked in to the apartment after over 6 hours on the road with a car full of boxes, I was smacked in the face with a wall of un-cooled stale apartment air. So I went and fiddled with the thermostat, but the air just wouldn't turn on, I figured I'd deal with it in a minute so I went to put some food in the fridge, and no cold coming out of it and the flour in the freezer had grown several fuzzy friends. I then went to try to turn on the computer in the living room and-nothing. The lights were working, so I thought that all of the outlets in the living room and kitchen had blown out, along with the a/c.
I proceed to freak the eff out, a day of driving, heat, and little food finally breaking me until I find the maintenance number and call and leave a rather panicky message, also text FI to try to let him know what's up. The guy finally gets there and finds that the breakers to the living room, stove, fridge, and a/c had all been thrown. Not tripped, but deliberately turned off by a person. When I am told this, I begin laughing hysterically. I must mention here that FI has never had central air before he lived on base, and his parents also do not have a full-sized fridge or a working stove or running water in most of their house, so in the ways of using electrical things, he's a little raised by wolves. He's also super-paranoid about saving money by turning off electronics, and he read an article recently about how you need to make sure to use power strips and unplug things, so I know he just took it a little too far. And has no idea how long it takes to cool a second floor apartment back down to merely livable temperatures when it's been closed up for 2 weeks since he's away on training.
FI calls after all of this goes down. He tells me to turn the breakers back on, I tell him that it's already done, and then follow up with all I can say at that point-"Don't EVER DOOOO that again." Which pisses him off. I'm sure there's a nicer way to deal with all that, but at that point I was so hot, and so pissed, and had lost all my daylight for moving things up the stairs that I didn't really think on tact. We're fine now, but, Sweet Jesus Christ on a bike, who does that? And then doesn't warn the other person that they did it?
Also, the apartment was a total wreck. Some of it I expected, the inflatable furniture and the frat-boy-chic Pink Floyd naked ladies poster. Some of it I didn't. Trash on the counters and a bag left in the kitchen (which was AWESOME after two un-air conditioned weeks). Nothing put away, dirty clothes everywhere. I'm not going to get on his butt about it, but seriously dude, you've been living there for 4 weeks before you left for training and you're 24 years old. You can buy a laundry hamper and take the trash out. My grandmother has used the "he's a man, they don't notice things like that" argument, but he's grown enough to fly a plane, he should be old enough to handle basic things.
Anyway, it was stifling all night, which I found out this morning was because of low freon in the outside a/c unit, so now I've unpacked the car and am slowly cleaning it all up. Sorry for the rant, this was quite an intro to living together life, although he gets back soon and there will be discussions. Hope everyone is doing okay, I've been trying to catch up on posts.