I’m angry. In fact, anger doesn’t even begin to cut it. I’m furious. We’ve been under stay at home orders for two weeks now, due to some unfortunate circumstances that are plaguing the world.
Before the stay at home order, I had a fun trip planned with three of my best friends. It’s the long weekend this weekend coming, the one that I was really excited about and we’re not allowed to go away! How can they even say that? They’re telling me that I have to sit in my tiny, rundown one-bedroom apartment for three days straight when I’m supposed to be away having the time of my life with my friends? My apartment doesn’t even have a working heater!
How am I supposed to get someone who does heating repairs near Canberra to come and fix my heater when they’re not even legally allowed to? This just sucks. I’ve always been one to follow the rules, listen to health advice and do what needs to be done for the good of the community, but what about my own good? This is turning into some sick joke.
I just want to go away and have fun, without worrying about the fact that I’m freezing and can’t do anything about it. Did you know the place my friends and I had booked to go to has a real woodfire fireplace? I seriously would have sat in front of it and roasted marshmallows for ten hours straight.
I guess some things just aren’t meant to be. I’m going to have to suck it up and pay for a ducted heater servicing. In the Canberra area, there are plenty of service technicians around, but I’ve never been able to afford any. I guess I’ll use the refund from my holiday to pay for the technician. This isn’t what I want to do and even though I want to rebel, I know that I can’t.