When your apartment management asks you, "Don't you have space heaters?" when you call to find out if they're going to complete the repairs on your heater, and you were left without heat in 33 degree weather, it's time to move.
There is a LOT more to this story but at this point I want to not be tied to this place in any way before I relate the whole story about the year long saga that left me without heat for days. There are links for the backstory, but today pretty much was the icing on the cake.
I have three days off. Guess what I'm going to be doing with that time? December moves really suck.