''I'm not even supposed to BE here."

That line from clerks is the line that best sums up my weekend. As you read(hopefully) in my previous post I ended up at work on Saturday night/Sunday morning. The post mortem is this:

1. The compressor in the AC unit was dead. It ran out of coolant and kept running, getting so hot that it burned up. The company that installed it did not have another compressor in stock, so that machine is dead until Tuesday. They ordered some portable AC units for us to keep that room cool.
2. My co-worker touched base with me at 6:30am on Sunday morning. He was totally oblivious and unwilling to come in and help out. Unreal.
3. We ended up getting portable AC's up and running and were out of the office by 9:30am.

Yesterday was a strange day, as the day after an all nighter usually is. We slept for about 2 hours and then forced ourselves to stay up for the rest of the day. I feel lucky to have some good friends who were willing to share their afternoon/evening with us to help us get by. It worked out to be a fun night. By 9:15 both the wife and I were asleep. We slept like rocks all the way through the night. It was great.

I had a very interesting conversation with my co-worker this morning about his inability/unwillingness to fulfill his duty while on-call. The meeting I have with my boss tomorrow about this should be even more interesting.

The last thing that I want to mention is the fact that I used the word WE a lot in this post. This was not a mistake. My wife was with me through this entire ordeal. It was her decision to come with me to work. Her philosophy was" I can either go and be with you, or I can stay here and not sleep while I worry about you." So she was with me through the whole deal. I know she reads this and I want her to know how much what she did meant to me. She went 27 hours without sleep and this wasn't even her issue. Having someone there when I was at the lowest point was very comforting, having someone to talk to, someone to vent with and keep me calm. So to my wife...Thank You...in the most public way I can think of. You are the best, I love you.

Until tomorrow.

Its 3:41am...where are you?

Most normal people are home in bed. Im supposed to be home in bed, but I'm not. I'm at work. I'm sitting here waiting for an air conditioner tech to come and fix one of my AC units. Here's what went down.

1. I'm not supposed to be on-call this weekend. I had taken the wife out for a nice birthday dinner with some friends. Tapas up in Baltimore, YUMMY! It was a great night. I hadn't been feeling all that good lately so I didn't drink at all. Lucky for me. We turned in at about midnight when the house phone rang. I checked it, being that it was midnight and we were not expecting any calls. It was work. I checked my cell phone, retrieved the message and called in. I was notified that my co-worker was not responding even though he was on call, and I was needed to check on this sick AC unit.

2. After trying to find a way out of it, I gave in, got in the car and came in. I'm lucky I did, because I found my UPS room to be above 90 degrees and the AC to be non functional. Between 1am and 3am I went back and forth with folks from work, folks from the AC company, and folks from my building. By 3:15 a tech was finally on the way. I'm currently waiting for him as my giant fan runs to keep the UPS some sort of cool. I bet the wife will never forget this birthday, as she decided to come to the office to keep me company. She's currently sleeping at the desk for my "on-call" co-worker, who I'm sure is blissfully sleeping at home.

Being responsible sucks.