I have always loved staying in a cold environment. Well, not nature’s type of cold that cannot be regulated, more like what you get from man-made cooling systems. This means I like the fan high and the AC to the lowest degree. I know a number of people who will read this and roll their eyes, but then I know they know deep down it’s just me… my person, though I always try to strike a healthy balance. 

You see, my love for ‘cool environments’ made me get a duvet which ensures that though the room gets nicely chilled such that my nose becomes sweetly cold, by diving under it I am sure that I won’t catch a cold no matter how cool the room gets. Yet, for the sake of the commonwealth, I have had to settle for switching off the AC when the weather is pretty cold and the room becomes more chilled than normal. See? Everybody is happy!

You can then imagine my shock, when the AC was left on its lowest and the fan on its highest and the room was not top of the world goodness cold. As in, what on earth was happening here? I had refrained from screaming or complaining for a long while until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and convinced myself that someone somewhere was playing games with me. 

Firstly, the AC no longer looked like mine. I mean it was a two-horse power, right? But suddenly it seemed smaller than it used to be. Perhaps this was as a result of global warming…? But what kind of warming could actually shrink the size of a device that big? This thesis seemed pretty viable. I mean, that was a pretty good explanation why I wasn’t getting the level of cooling I loved and needed so badly in this heat right? 

Secondly, the AC didn’t quite sound like my AC. My AC was quiet and chilled. LOL chilled right? But this one was loud, a real noisemaker whose noise was not synonymous with its output. I mean, one would have thought that the annoying noise I had to endure will make up for a nicely chilled room. But boy o boy, the louder the noise of this mechanical stranger, the warmer the room became! Common! 

I called a technician to service the AC and he seemed quite busy for all of four to five hours, if I add the time he spent buying items to fix and service the AC. And when he finally tested the AC, the room felt like it was on its way to redemption; little did I know that it was simply the technician’s luck. You see, the sun had gone down and it seemed like it was going to rain; so generally, this gave the AC ample opportunity to flex. And flex it did! Because I happily paid the guy thinking that he had fixed that which needed to be fixed. 

Then, evening came. As usual, I put on the AC and it started singing a new tune. Perhaps it had gone for some special training while it was being fixed because this time it hit very nasty octaves that made sleeping almost impossible. Yet, in spite of this very annoying song, it just refused to do its job. The room was sweating. I was sweating. The fan was upset because she thought she was finally going on leave, but with this temperature and AC, there was no way I was letting her go. 

Well, I do plan on doing some forensics to find out what happened to my AC. Who changed it? Who dare change it? Just know when the detectives are done with this case, we will come after you and down on you with the full might and weight of the law. Just wait and see! Phew!

Do you know just letting it all out is absolutely therapeutic? Try it, you’d see! *winks*