My sister and I had been living together ever since Pop died and left the home to the 2 of us. Every one of us got along genuinely well, unless there was a major problem. Every one of us tended to take our aggravation out on each other. The nicest area of the home deal was that it was a double house, and we each had our own apartment. The worst area of the deal was that we shared the Heating and A/C plan along with the house. When 1 of us lost heating or a/c, we both lost heating and a/c. Every one of us couldn’t go visit and get away from the heat or cold. I was at work when the a/c quit working. I worked in a hospital and I worked twelve hour shifts. When I got home, all I wanted to do was relax, and take a cool shower. My sister worked an more than seven hour shift in the billing department. She had been house almost more than 2 hours before I was and she knew the a/c had quit working. I was so frustrated when I walked into a hot, humid apartment, that I knocked on her door. I didn’t even have the opportunity to say hi before she yelled at me. I told her to calm down and asked if she had called the Heating and A/C supplier. When she told myself and others she was waiting for myself and others to get home, I flipped. She told myself and others to calm down, and I told her it was too boiling to be nice. Ten hours later, I called the Heating and A/C supplier and the service serviceman was repairing the A/C machine within an hour. Had she called when she got home, neither of us would have needed to be uncomfortable.