It was dark enough in my apartment to warrant fumbling around to find my flashlight. Then, I had to find the number for the office. It was after hours, but I knew someone would be on call. I explained my problem to the manager and he sent maintenance down right away. He was there long enough to flip all the switches necessary to turn the lights back on, and determined hat the oven was the cause of the outage, but couldn't figure out what was wrong with said oven. He promised to come back first thing in the morning and try to fix it.
He was as good as his word. He returned at about 9:30 a.m. and after clanking and clunking around, he said, "Well, I'm going to have to make it go bang again, so I can see where the flash comes from." As I put my fingers in my ears, he turned the oven on again, and KAPOW! FLASH! No lights, again. He got the lights back on and pulled the oven out of its slot, found the wire that caused all the trouble. Then he said, "I have good news and bad news and good news again. The good news is I found the wire and fixed it. The bad news is the oven's thermostat is now toast. The other good news is you're going to get a new stove. It will probably take about a week to get it. You won't be able to use this oven unless you want to cook everything at 500 degrees, but the stove top will work just fine."
See, this is the beauty of apartment complex living. On-site maintenance shows up right away, night or day, in situations that demand immediate action. Whatever appliance that gives up the ghost is examined and if it can't be fixed, you get a new one. Free.
Sure beats cleaning it.