I don’t believe in haunted houses, well not anymore I don’t. When I was a little girl the situation was far different, and I could have sworn I heard things moving in the attic late at night. My dad told me it was probably just rats, which wasn’t as comforting as he thought. I am actually not sure if I prefer rats over ghosts, both of them make my skin crawl. Like many things, as I have grown older I have come to understand the fears of my youth and what caused them. Any old fears I might have had have been dispelled by working in the HVAC industry. Sounds silly, maybe, that being an HVAC technician would help me put old ghosts to bed, so to speak, but it’s true. By working with ductwork, old furnaces, and water heaters I have learned about all the different “weird” things they can be responsible for. The low moaning of ghosts I heard as a kid was no doubt just a crack in one of the air ducts, allowing outside wind to whistle through the ductwork. The strange cold spots in our house, which I used to think indicated a spectral presence, were probably the result of coolant leaks from the air conditioner. The sudden blast of heating from the air vents whenever the furnace kicked on would blow around the drapes, making it look like they were moving on their own. All those strange little things I remember have all been proven to be totally natural by my HVAC work experiences.
Every year I go through a dire transition. As the days of summer time begin to fade, the days get shorter plus darker, plus the air temperature begins to decrease with each passing day, I begin a true metamorphosis into a brand new, cold creature. It starts with a cool breeze passing by when I open the door in the morning, or maybe a cold chill when I wake up in the morning plus assess the air conditions outside of my thick, moderate blankets. Suddenly, my perspective changes. My body plus brain begin to settle into an untypical pattern of continual layering plus snuggling. My outlook becomes sad, nervous, plus bored. And my wardrobe changes immediately, from short sleeved band shirts plus jeans to more than 2 jackets plus thick tights hidden under my pants. This was exactly how my day began this week, in fact. There was a cool breeze from the drafty window behind me as I opened my eyup this morning, setting the tone for an immediate transition into wool jackets plus long underwear. As I headed into work, I confidently congratulated myself on my excellent judgement plus protection from the terrible weather. When I reached my work, though, it wasn’t long before I became aware of a new fact. The office where I work is severely moderate when the heat is turned on. It dawned on me in that moment that I had not worked in the building last winter, when the central heating idea was running each day. I had no clue how moderate the office would be when I dressed for the coming arctic storm, plus now I was suffocating as my body warm. As I settled into the sweatiest day of my life, I wondered if I was possibly too dramatic about the season change.
I work for a cell phone company, but not in the way you think. I can’t imagine being one of those salespeople, or even worse working in the corporate office pushing papers around. I am out in the field, helping to set up new cell towers. Sometimes we even do good works for people who need it, which is why a crew of us went down to the storm-damaged islands to help restore the communications systems. The place got beat up badly, and having no working cell phones wasn’t helping matters. The problem was so bad our short trip ended up taking multiple weeks. We were sleeping in tents on the worksites, with no running water or air conditioning, and it was rough going for a while. I know that not having AC was a pretty low priority compared to the damage all around me. Still, it was harder and harder to get through the hot days knowing that there would be no cooling for us until we went back to our home country. Then our company surprised us with a shipment of small, portable air conditioners, and a generator specifically designed to power them. They were not much to look at, and very weak, but definitely good enough for cooling off the inside of a tent. There were no air filters in them, so they didn’t help with air quality or humidity, but we didn’t care. Having a little AC to look forward to at the end of a hard day made all the difference to our morale, and helped us work harder.
Every year I go through a drastic transition. As the days of summer begin to fade, the days get shorter and darker, and the air temperature begins to decrease with each passing day, I begin a true metamorphosis into a brand new, chilly creature. It starts with a cool breeze passing by when I open the door in the morning, or maybe a cold chill when I wake up in the morning and assess the air conditions outside of my thick, warm blankets. Suddenly, my perspective changes. My body and brain begin to settle into an unfamiliar pattern of continual layering and snuggling. My outlook becomes sad, nervous, and bored. And my wardrobe changes immediately, from short sleeved band shirts and jeans to several sweaters and thick tights hidden under my pants. This was exactly how my day began today, in fact. There was a cool breeze from the drafty window behind me as I opened my eyes this morning, setting the tone for an immediate transition into wool sweaters and long underwear. As I headed into work, I confidently congratulated myself on my excellent judgement and protection from the terrible weather. When I reached my work, though, it wasn’t long before I became aware of a new fact. The office where I work is extremely warm when the heat is turned on. It dawned on me in that moment that I had not worked in the building last winter, when the central heating system was running each day. I had no clue how hot the office would be when I dressed for the coming arctic storm, and now I was suffocating as my body overheated. As I settled into the sweatiest day of my life, I wondered if I was possibly too dramatic about the season change.
As a business owner, I am always on the lookout for ways in which to improve the way in which by company conducts business. I have been the owner of the company for several years now, and we have come a long way with regard to certain processes and procedures–business bottom line-related and otherwise. Recently, several of my employees complained that they had gotten sick lately and they believed that their symptoms were due to the HVAC system in the buildings in which they worked. Concerned but a bit skeptical at first, I encouraged them to get checked out by their respective doctors, and thereby get second, official opinions on the matter. When the results came back, it seemed that the HVAC unit was in fact to blame. As a result, I decided to act upon a somewhat overdue hunch and called our go-to heating and cooling folks to come take a look at our system. Within the first hour or so of them doing so, they confirmed that our geothermal energy heat pump was indeed in need of servicing. Therefore, getting to work right away, they focused on the elements of the system that dealt primarily with the below ground aspects–the ground heat exchanger (GHE) and the heat pump unit (HPU) to be specific. After a few hours of servicing and cleaning them up, the team conducted a few trial runs of the system to confirm that all was well. Apparently things were back up to snuff as my employees’ allergy-related issues seemed to have dissipated within just a matter of days after the unit cleanup had taken place.
My best friend and I decided to get an apartment together. We were both working at Taco Bell, and we had enough money to get an apartment together. I really wanted to move out of my parents house, and my best friend wanted to break up with his girlfriend. We had just enough money to get a one-bedroom apartment. I slept in the living room, and Todd slept in the bedroom. Todd paid an extra $100 for the rent, since he got the bedroom. Todd and I never argued about anything, and things were perfect. About six months after we got our apartment, Todd decided to get back together with his girlfriend. Instead of moving back to their old place, Todd asked if Caitlin could move in with us. I couldn’t afford to live in the apartment without Todd, so I agreed. It’s been really rough since Caitlin moved into our apartment. Todd and I are constantly arguing, because Caitlin is an awful person. She complains about everything, and right now it’s the A/C. Todd and I only make a little bit of money, so we keep the A/C thermostat set to 76 degrees. Caitlin complains that 76 degrees is too warm, and consistently changes the temperature on the A/C thermostat. Last month, Todd and I spent too much money on the electric bill. If Caitlin continues to adjust the A/C thermostat, Todd and I are probably going to part ways. I enjoyed living with Todd, until Caitlin moved in and started causing problems. The longer she lives here, the less I respect my friend.
My best friend James and I have known each other since the 6th grade. Even though we went to different colleges, we remained friends over the long four year Gap. My best friend and I settled down in the same small town, and we have been friends for the last 20 years. A couple of months ago, James came to me with an interesting business proposal. James had been working for an HVAC business for a decade. He was promoted to manager a few years ago, and James makes an honest living. James wanted to open his own HVAC repair business. James and I got together to discuss his business plan, and I thought it was a great idea. James needed another investor, in order to get the business started properly. He needed to find a space for the HVAC repair shop, and he needed to procure the necessary tools to do the job. James wanted to start off with two HVAC repair trucks on the road. I sold my software company a few years ago, and pocketed a ton of money. I agreed to front James half of the money, in exchange for 50% of the business. James knows everything about HVAC repair, so I know the business will be successful. We hope to recoup our initial investment over the first two years. After that, we will be reaping in huge profits every year. There are a few other thriving HVAC businesses in our area, so we will stay focused on good customer service and low repair fees. We also have some great advertising ideas and marketing schemes.
I was on my house the other day as well as I saw a guy with a sign that said ‘need heat’. This was odd, because we constantly see people standing by the road that says ‘need food’, ‘need cash to get home’, ‘car broke down, help, but never ‘need heat’. I rolled down the window as well as I asked about his sign. He said that he was new in the section as well as he didn’t know any HVAC corporation servicemans. The house he as well as his wifey had bought was nice, but the heating had gone out. He called multiple HVAC companies that were in the cell phone book, but none of them could come right out as well as repair the gas furnace for them. I asked him for his cellphone number, which he gladly gave to me. I told him my husband was an HVAC serviceman as well as I would have him call. When I got home, I gave the cellphone number to my husband. I told him the story, as well as he almost threw the cellphone number away. I said it was his option to call or not. He actually thought the number was bogus, but when he finally called, a harried sounding lady answered the cellphone. She started to cry when he told he was a HVAC serviceman. He could hear kids in the background. He took our son with him, as well as told him to stay in the automobile in case it was some kind of hoax. When husband called him as well as said to bring in the tools, they were both happy. These were people who genuinely needed his help, as well as he didn’t charge them.
I’m dating a guy named Trevor who works at this local heating and air conditioning company. I like him a lot. I mean, I really, really, like him. I’m beginning to think that he might be the one. It’s funny, because when Trevor and I first met, it was at this trade show at a great big convention center. It was a convention for heating and air conditioning professionals, and since I work at an HVAC company, I flew out for the convention. I was minding my own business, just walking around and checking out all of the booths. There were booths for new, state of the art furnace systems, new kinds of air conditioning units, ductless mini split systems, air purification systems – just anything that has to do with the HVAC industry. Well, I happened to run across this booth that was showcasing hydronic heating and radiant heating. And when I say I ran across it, I mean I literally ran into it ad bonked my head against one of the support poles holding up the awning and the sign for hydronic heating. And wouldn’t you know it? This super cute guy was running the booth and he saw the whole thing. He was super cute and he was very concerned about my head so he made me sit down in the hydronic heating booth while he ran to get me a glass of water and an ice pack for the bump on my head. You guessed it, this radiant heating guy turned out to be Trevor. And now the rest is history. He likes to tell people that I literally fell in love with him.
I was on our lake home the other morning and I saw a person with a sign that said ‘need heat’. This was odd, because all of us constantly see people kneeling by the road that says ‘need food’, ‘need money to get home’, ‘car broke down, help, but never ‘need heat’. I rolled down the window and I asked about his sign. He said that he was current in the space and he didn’t think any Heating & A/C company servicemans. The home he and his spouse had bought was nice, but the heating had gone out. He called several Heating & A/C companies that were in the cell phone book, but none of them could come right out and service the furnace for them. I asked him for his cellphone number, which he gladly gave to me. I told him our spouse was an Heating & A/C serviceman and I would have him call. When I got home, I gave the cellphone number to our spouse. I told him the story, and he almost threw the cellphone number away. I said it was his choice to call or not. He undoubtedly thought the number was bogus, but when he finally called, a harried sounding woman answered the cellphone. She started to cry when he told he was a Heating & A/C serviceman. He could hear gentlemen in the background. He took our son with him, and told him to stay in the car in case it was some kind of hoax. When spouse called him and said to bring in the tools, they were both ecstatic. These were people who absolutely needed his help, and he didn’t charge them.