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realsorien) wrote2006-05-07 08:51 pm
realsorien) wrote2006-05-07 08:51 pm
Okay- My Saturday...
Saturday, I woke at 3 PM, still kinda sick but feeling better. I was looking forward to just kinda sitting around, trying to get a bit closer to healthy before work. I dragged my tail out of bed, and went to brush my teeth... just after I started, the phone rings, and I run to answer it, mouth full of toothpaste.
Me- Herrowff?
Account Manager (AM)- Mike? Can you come in?
Me- Now? I broffhing moi teef!
AM- As soon as you can- nobody showed up to work for second- as long as you can, and I'll be in to relieve you, so you won't have to work the overnight.
Me- Uh... I gueff. I can be vere avout pffiveish?
AM- Okay, good.
Me- I'll work fil one?
AM- You might as well get some extra hours...
Me- Sthill gettin' over thith cole!
AM- Okay. Thanks!
I hang up, finish brushing, wash my hair and get dressed. I make it into work in less than a half hour from the time of the call, at 4 PM.
As I walk into the office, the fellow I'm relieving is on the phone... Not a good sign.
It turns out that there is a crew scrubbing the lowest level of one of the two parking ramps which are part of the account, and they managed to blow one of the sprinkler heads by parking their compressor-unit with its exhaust directly under the head, thus setting it off as soon as it hit the trigger temp of 160 degrees f. So, the fire system is discharging all over the place from the blown head. Joy.
Note that we're getting NO alarms.
So, I take over, call my supervisor (the fella who had me come in in the first place) and the building on-call engineer and haul ass to the ramp to see what the situation is. I confirm it, realize that I have the wrong number for the engineer, haul ass BACK to the office, tell the engineer what's up, he says hes on his way and I go back to the ramp.
(Pant-pant-pant)
The engineer arrives and looks it over. he sends me back to the office to put the fire system on test, which I do, and then we spend time digging around to try and find the number for the company to repair the damn head.
We had to actually get one of the tags from the sprinkler room, cos it wasn't in either the security office, nor the engineering office. GAH.
Eventually, things got sorted and the night went quietly thereafter- but damn, I'm getting tired of having to deal with morons...
I got home just after one, and basically idled all night thereafter.
Me- Herrowff?
Account Manager (AM)- Mike? Can you come in?
Me- Now? I broffhing moi teef!
AM- As soon as you can- nobody showed up to work for second- as long as you can, and I'll be in to relieve you, so you won't have to work the overnight.
Me- Uh... I gueff. I can be vere avout pffiveish?
AM- Okay, good.
Me- I'll work fil one?
AM- You might as well get some extra hours...
Me- Sthill gettin' over thith cole!
AM- Okay. Thanks!
I hang up, finish brushing, wash my hair and get dressed. I make it into work in less than a half hour from the time of the call, at 4 PM.
As I walk into the office, the fellow I'm relieving is on the phone... Not a good sign.
It turns out that there is a crew scrubbing the lowest level of one of the two parking ramps which are part of the account, and they managed to blow one of the sprinkler heads by parking their compressor-unit with its exhaust directly under the head, thus setting it off as soon as it hit the trigger temp of 160 degrees f. So, the fire system is discharging all over the place from the blown head. Joy.
Note that we're getting NO alarms.
So, I take over, call my supervisor (the fella who had me come in in the first place) and the building on-call engineer and haul ass to the ramp to see what the situation is. I confirm it, realize that I have the wrong number for the engineer, haul ass BACK to the office, tell the engineer what's up, he says hes on his way and I go back to the ramp.
(Pant-pant-pant)
The engineer arrives and looks it over. he sends me back to the office to put the fire system on test, which I do, and then we spend time digging around to try and find the number for the company to repair the damn head.
We had to actually get one of the tags from the sprinkler room, cos it wasn't in either the security office, nor the engineering office. GAH.
Eventually, things got sorted and the night went quietly thereafter- but damn, I'm getting tired of having to deal with morons...
I got home just after one, and basically idled all night thereafter.