Friday – 03 March 2017
I will preface this with a deep cleansing breath and by repeating “I love my job…”
I received an email from a co-worker this morning that the thermostat in our server room was beeping. That’s our warning that there’s something “not so right” with the cooling in there. Oddly, we didn’t hear anything from our monitoring company – granted, we might not have hit the temperature threshold for them to start freaking out and calling us.
I called our HVAC maintenance company, informed them what was going on and asked to have someone dispatched. The two usual technicians were already out on calls, but there was another tech who was available and would head out. He got to the office before I arrived. He has (theoretically) been working on the system for the better part of the day.
I went looking for him about 30 minutes ago, to get an idea of an ETA for completion. He was coming down the hall, another tech with him. His response:
“Four to five hours. I haven’t even [taken] that part out yet.”
My jaw almost hit the floor. Four to five HOURS.
I know that he needed to flush some gases from the system before he could get that part out and possibly even get the replacement part(s), but I don’t know that it takes almost EIGHT HOURS to do that.
So, I guess I’ll just… be here… on a Friday night… working… while he gets this completed.