This is a long saga, but it's yet another in a long line of incidents that demonstrate that people in my life don't fucking listen to me, and i somehow always end up paying the price.
I can't stand the heat. I'm alright in the cold, but heat does me in. Which in the face of global warming is a delightful state of affairs. So, when my birthday was coming up in December, my dad asked me to think of something simple he could get me and i came up with a basic air conditioner to keep me cool during the summer. The one snag being that i need a custom-made frame for my window so i can vent out the heat and humidity without letting it back in or ending up with a room full of insects.
But hey, it was the middle of winter, so my dad had plenty of time to put something together, and he's very handy. Even so, i cautioned that he should probably start it sooner than later, because i know him, so i know that if i didn't push the issue, he'd just leave it until we were right in the middle of a heatwave. Which would mean i'd be boiling, with basically nothing i could do about it, and with a long wait before i could use the perfect solution to the problem that would be sitting mere feet away.
Even with my warning, he didn't get straight on it, which is fine, it's not like i'd need it any time soon. Then January and most of February went by, and he still hadn't started it, so i started getting concerned. I mentioned again that it was better to get started well in advance of things heating up, and still he didn't get going. Then we got well into March, and i pointed out we were getting into Spring, better get started before it really heats up. He still didn't start.
All of April passed. He still hasn't started, but i've gradually been pushing the issue more and more, especially as we start getting minor spikes in heat. Then, finally, about a week ago, most of the way through May, he finally gets started, several days after the temperature starts rising significantly. He takes a bunch of measurements, and concludes "This is going to be a complicated job, it'll take me about a month". Oh boy, if only someone would have warned you it was better to start early. He even asked "Are you alright with waiting that long?" as if i had a choice, and as if the obvious answer wasn't "No, you should have started this a lot earlier."
And now, here i am, absolutely boiling, with basically nothing i can really do about it, with the perfect solution mere feet away, which i can't use, and weeks yet to go before i can. If only someone could have foreseen this happening.

Dad actually said to me today "Boy, summer's really arrived, hasn't it?", and i seriously wanted to punch him. I'm deeply uncomfortable, i'm miserable, and i really want to just die and hopefully move on to another place where maybe people actually
fucking listen to me for once.