On Friday, I got home at around three in the afternoon since I was on the morning shift.
A reminder in my phone calendar said it was time for an air conditioning tune-up that I had been postponing for a month, but it could wait because I did not feel like dealing with any HVAC business that weekend.
I wanted to get my chores done in record time to relax during the weekend. While I was at it, I realized that the mini split air conditioner had switched itself off, and nothing I did was helping, so I had to contact a cooling expert. The cooling specialist must have been in the neighborhood because she arrived twenty minutes after the call. When the tech explained what was wrong with the ductless heat pump, I was not even concentrating. All I wanted was for him to be through so that I could finish my chores. By six in the evening, I was done and ready to order pizza because there was no way I was going to dirty the dishes. I got a call, and the caller said he was from some high-end hotel and was asking if I was going to check in that night. I tried explaining that he got the wrong number, but he would not have any of it. He even assured me that they had handled their HVAC duct and temperature control issue. The management had a new thermostat in place. The caller also mentioned something to do with duct sealing and improved indoor air quality. All these did not make sense to me. Why would I care if some hotel had hired a new contractor to install new air conditioning equipment or a zone control system? I just wanted pizza or fries and a good night’s sleep.