My office is trying to kill me

My land lord is a slum lord. This is a simple fact. The air conditioner doesn't go on until it has been 90 degrees outside for a month. I have these 2 ghetto fans in my room that blow the hot air around and provide a small amount of comfort but my customers are usually so ashamed to be calling me they whisper and i then have to turn the fans off and suffer. It must be 90 in here right now as I type this. And I just got hung up on. Anyway...we decided to redo the bedroom with the head of the bed under the window. It just might work. Horrible customers today. Just awful. This schmuck of a man who is perpetually stuck in 1991 asks me if im a valley girl. So today I said "whats a valley girl?" Fuck him.