It was chilly in the house last week, and the furnace was running.
I figured the furnace had just turned on, but that wasn’t the case.
An hour later, I could still hear the furnace running. I knew it hadn’t stopped, because I was listening. I called the HVAC company and told them my furnace wouldn’t stop running, but it was cold in the house. The woman told me I definitely have a problem. ‘Like duh’, I said to her. If there wasn’t a problem, I wouldn’t be calling the HVAC company. I’m sure she thought I was rude, but there was a problem and she was making dumb statements. I waited three hours for the HVAC technician to arrive, and by the time he did, the furnace was still running. It was a bit chilly in the main room, but the rest of the house was overly warm. I was sitting in the kitchen, which was the only room that was comfortable. When the HVAC technician arrived, he asked what ws going on, and then he looked at the furnace. When he couldn’t find anything wrong with the furnace, he asked if he could check the house. He looked at the individual thermostats, and then he went to the one in my bedroom. It was chilly in there, but I didn’t know why. He asked if I had noticed anything missing, and I looked at him oddly. He showed me where the window was opened, and it looked like someone had entered the house through the window. I was going to murder my little brother. He was always coming into the house and rifling through the refrigerator, even if he had to go through the window.