I'm back in Fort Worth for the week to catch up with my team mates and two days of training. Well, I was in Fort Worth for about 30 minutes last night, anyway.
I arrived to a sweltering house at 9 pm. 93 degrees inside. Yes, you heard that right, 93. Sweat running down my face, I checked the air conditioner thermostat, which was set to 72. The fan was blowing up a storm, but no cold air was coming out. I checked the breaker, and sure enough, the fuse was tripped. Easy fix, I thought to myself, as I flipped the breaker back on. But no, the compressor outside still didn't come on. So I grabbed a flashlight and checked the breaker box outside. It seemed okay, but I flipped it off and on just to be sure. Damn it, still no compressor.
So I put my suitcases back in the car and drove to the Comfort Suites for the night. I called the company who installed my aircon 2 years ago and described what was going on. When I got to the part of "the breaker was tripped", he stopped and asked me to repeat that. I did, and he said "damn, that's not good".
Sigh.
I'm meeting him at the house at 1 to see what's what. Good thing I have the Comfort Suites on speed dial!
Oh, and for those of you who read my previous post on why Candy Crush is like life, here's another one:
Chocolate is always evil!
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