Where there's smoke...
Well, I made it through out the Black Friday weekend fairly unscathed. It was super busy and we rocked it. Hopefully it will go a long way from pulling me out of the post wedding debt status...
Yesterday, was a well deserved day off. A day off, I might add, that amazingly found me free of anyone calling me from work! Stunning!
Not sure if any of you remember last year when I talked about our fireplace apparently being damaged (some back piece was cracked) and we could not light a fire until they replaced this piece. Took them until the summer to get that piece in! So, we figured with winter coming again, we would have them come out and install it. Which they did the other day.
So, last night, the woman wants a fire. Sure thing, throw a couple of logs on the fire with one of those little starter things and I light it up. Watch it for a bit. Smoke rising through the chimney. Ok, that works.
As my interest in fire has diminished greatly since I was a child, I run off to take a shower. After a bit, I begin to realize I am smelling smoke. "hmm, I should not be able to smell that way in here" I say to myself.
Right around the same time, the woman starts screaming for me. As I bolt out of the shower and into the front room (yes, I threw my jeans on first) there is smoke billowing out of the fireplace!! Son of a bitch!
Ok, smoke pouring out of fireplace INTO apartment.. logs on fire.. what do you do?! Well!!?
Fire extinguisher. BLAM! One quick shot. Which now causes even more smoke to billow out due to the sudden dousing of the fire. Logs still smoldering. So I have to grab those fireplace tong things, grab each log and throw them into the rocks out the front door.
At this point, the apartment is fucking filled with smoke to the point my visibility is diminished. Fantastic. Ok, so fine, nothing on fire, nothing burnt. But smoke is everywhere.
Call the apartment emergency line. Good for shit.
"Is the fire out?"
"Yes."
"ok, we will be out tomorrow."
"Thanks, dicks."
So, only option, crack open all the doors and windows, turn on the fans, to get the smoke the hell out and dissipate it.
Now, apparently, the smoke exiting our apartment smokes up the parking lot to the point that someone calls the fire department. As I know notice a huge fire truck rolling around through our complex seemingly looking for some action. Luckily at this point they see nothing and continue on.
So, here we are today and the place still smells like I have a fire burning. Major suckage. Really, really hoping this smell will start to dissipate after a few more days. I stopped on the way home for a bunch of scented candles and air fresheners geared to get odor and smoke out of the air. Hopefully they will help.
Yesterday, was a well deserved day off. A day off, I might add, that amazingly found me free of anyone calling me from work! Stunning!
Not sure if any of you remember last year when I talked about our fireplace apparently being damaged (some back piece was cracked) and we could not light a fire until they replaced this piece. Took them until the summer to get that piece in! So, we figured with winter coming again, we would have them come out and install it. Which they did the other day.
So, last night, the woman wants a fire. Sure thing, throw a couple of logs on the fire with one of those little starter things and I light it up. Watch it for a bit. Smoke rising through the chimney. Ok, that works.
As my interest in fire has diminished greatly since I was a child, I run off to take a shower. After a bit, I begin to realize I am smelling smoke. "hmm, I should not be able to smell that way in here" I say to myself.
Right around the same time, the woman starts screaming for me. As I bolt out of the shower and into the front room (yes, I threw my jeans on first) there is smoke billowing out of the fireplace!! Son of a bitch!
Ok, smoke pouring out of fireplace INTO apartment.. logs on fire.. what do you do?! Well!!?
Fire extinguisher. BLAM! One quick shot. Which now causes even more smoke to billow out due to the sudden dousing of the fire. Logs still smoldering. So I have to grab those fireplace tong things, grab each log and throw them into the rocks out the front door.
At this point, the apartment is fucking filled with smoke to the point my visibility is diminished. Fantastic. Ok, so fine, nothing on fire, nothing burnt. But smoke is everywhere.
Call the apartment emergency line. Good for shit.
"Is the fire out?"
"Yes."
"ok, we will be out tomorrow."
"Thanks, dicks."
So, only option, crack open all the doors and windows, turn on the fans, to get the smoke the hell out and dissipate it.
Now, apparently, the smoke exiting our apartment smokes up the parking lot to the point that someone calls the fire department. As I know notice a huge fire truck rolling around through our complex seemingly looking for some action. Luckily at this point they see nothing and continue on.
So, here we are today and the place still smells like I have a fire burning. Major suckage. Really, really hoping this smell will start to dissipate after a few more days. I stopped on the way home for a bunch of scented candles and air fresheners geared to get odor and smoke out of the air. Hopefully they will help.







