So the men in white shirts and black ties arrived in the dining room for lunch. The corporate suits were there to show them around.
I had decided to make a statement and wear my pilot jacket, which weighs about 15 pounds up to the dining room. It was a pain to get it because I also have a rotator cuff injury in my right arm from pulling myself up the stairs in my old apartment.
Much to my chagrin, it was nice and comfortable in the dining room. The thermostat was set to 74F. I had to take my jacket off.
And the food was good.
So, this whole temperature thing I’ve been bitching about is by design. Why, I don’t know.
Dinner when the inspectors were gone was freezing again with some watery mac and cheese.
Two things finally got me really angry: 1) they do have control of the temperature and worse, 2) they know when the “inspectors” are due to arrive.
So everything they’ve been telling about not having control over the temp. and the waitresses complaining about it being too hot at 74F is pure b.s.
Why they want to freeze out the residents remains a secret.