The Heat is On [but not the gas or the phone]

The movers arrived today with my stuff.  Despite the Chicago purge, one mover asked me earnestly (in somewhat broken English) whether I really thought everything was going to fit.  For a split second, I imagined selling furniture on the street today...  But everything did fit, and all's well.  I spent the day alternating between working and unpacking, with little interruption (other than a menu for a local pizza place -- Lenny's -- that was forcefully slipped under my door).

Later this afternoon, my neighbor Mario stopped in.  He helped rehab the building, and while he's not the Super, he's helped me get my utilities connected (which has been an adventure in itself-- electricity just a few hours after I arrived, and heat and hot water yesterday).  Mario's also been trying to figure out why my stove doesn't work, despite my gas being turned on.  Today he told me that he's getting a plumber to come in and check out the gas line, but that my cooking situation's up in the air until they can figure out what the problem is.

And, as it turns out, that's why Mario slipped the pizza menu under my door today.  He proceeded to give me other take-out advice, too.

[edit - here's a picture of what seems to be my new stove:

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