As both of you surely know by now, my company rotates we building engineers through a week of on-callitude.

I've been on call since Wednesday evening and will come off of it this coming Wednesday morning.

So far, it's been pretty quiet. Wait.

OK, back. My pager went off and I had to go to the 1856 Building to reset a Freznel Diaphram in pump #2 on Main Boiler 4.

Other than that and a call to go to one of my own buildings to fart with an air handler that was leaking again. Shit.

OK, just got back from Persimmon Hill. A delivery person got stuck in Elevator 3 with brunch for Salmon Associates. She was fine but several other businesses in on a Sunday called because apparently there's an air intake located in the elevator shaft and the heat pump was delivering the odor of crab bisque throughout the building. Once I got her out, the other tenants ordered lunch.

Anyway, besides these things and that air handler that went down a few months ago (I got the call from the on-call engineer who was "too far away" to respond so I went down). THis time it was leaking from...damnit!

All right. Quentin's restaurant called the answering service to scream crazily about smoke in the kitchen. Their hood fan was off because Junior Mendosa hit the power switch with a baguette he was twirling. I reset it and now all is fine.

So the air handler is leaking in a different spot. I blew out the drain line with a can of compressed air and hooked the line back up to the fitting but the unit is still leaking. Get this though: it only leaks when it cycles off. While it's running, no drips. I couldn't figure it out and I'm no HVAC tech so I had to line up a bunch of buckets under the ceiling access panel and just let it drip until we can get a tech in on Monday.

So, how is your...crap.

OK. That was the Scotch Ridge Building. Stupid idiot called to demand I let him into his unit. Fourteen phone calls later I find out that he lives in The Scottsbridge Building. "Well, they sound the same!" Yeah, right.