Originally posted by electricdruid at The fiasco continues

I felt good today emotionally, despite feeling a bit out of sorts from the still-lingering remains of whatever illness it was that I had. The game went well (joshuwain's Vanguard campaign), and we did serious harm to the baddies. Things broke up about 9:45, and I headed home. I dozed for about 45 minutes, then got ready for work. As I prepped to leave I decided to check the mail.

Here's where things went to shit.

I had two of the 'non-sufficient funds' notification cards, one which mailed on the 15th, the other on the 16th. Between them there were a total of $130.00 in overdraft fees. I honestly don't know how it happened, tho there is one other thing that could have done it, and THAT was in the mail too- my paycheck.

When I was sick, I talked to my boss at Baker Center, and he said that the sick days could be treated as vacation time. I said 'cool!' as I'd expected to be just screwed. Well, someone dropped the ball as those three days of pay weren't in my check! So I get to talk to Cliff and Payroll on Monday to try and straighten it out somewhat. I'm NOT happy right now.

More and more I'm getting tired of being fucking kicked just as I think I'm able to get back up. :P

I may talk to someone about a loan to help out... I dunno. I'm just tired of this. I'm also once again considering the refinance-option for the house. THIS time it would only be a temporary thing, but it'd at least get rid of the credit card payments at the price of an increase in the mortgage. That would be less than the credit payments at least.

I really hate this.

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.

Whee. Last night, actually this morning FUN struck once again at work. Some retarded asshat started a fire in one of the outside trash cans for me to find. Joy. So, I got to run back and forth with coffeepots full of water from a nearby suite (luckily they had a door to the outside) to put the damn thing out.

To give an idea of HOW cold it was- the lid on the coffeepot FROZE SHUT as soon as I took it outside, and my shoes were freezing to the ground pretty much instantly when I stepped in spilled water. O.o

But... I got it out. It wasn't a big deal, but if I'd not had the people in that suite on hand, I'd have had to call the fire department- I couldn't find an extinguisher anywhere nearby.

Bleah.