Transformers! More Than Meets The Eye!!!
Anyway, I'm sitting there entering timesheets for the entire month* in one sitting, and we hear a big BOOM! And the building shakes.
Since we had been listening to the repairmen of the Perpetually Broken Elevator drill to the center of the building (the elevators are never running right and we are probably single handedly keeping the elevator repair industry in business) I figured maybe they had dropped something.
A few minutes later, one of the associates sitting near me noticed some black smoke coming from the street.
A few minutes after that, the sireeens (yes, that's how Chatty Cathy would say the word "sirens") down below were deafening--moreso than usual.
Ends up that at 11:30 a.m. a transformer exploded and caught fire at the building just down the way from our building.
Three people were walking over the grate on the street where the transformer was when it caught fire. Frightening because if this had happened an hour later--yours truly could have been a walking BK Broiler herself.
Thankfully everyone was OK. Unfortunately everyone on the block but US lost power. I was a bit pissed about that.
Oh well, I got most of my timesheets input.
As I left the office, it started to storm and pour like a cow peeing on a flat rock.
When I got home, Dr. Mad Scientist brought this to my attention:
I can tell you exactly why this happened.
1. The landlord needs to put a new roof on this place but can't afford to. We already have a spot in our closet that leaks just like this every time we get lots of rain (knock on soggy wood, it hasn't leaked this year).
2. We have effin' squirrels or some other vermin living up in the ceiling. I can hear them scratching around. Do you think he cares when I tell him this?? Nope.
I've even gone so far as to document it. Turn up your speakers--the middle of this short little clip you can REALLY hear the nasty ass thing scratching around up there.
Seriously? I understand that a roof is expensive. But so is losing $1200 a month from rental income when your tenants get sick of putting up with Sammy the Squirrel and his Leaky Roof.
But the day wasn't for naught.
I still came home to two dorky boys that were happy to see me.
Seriously these goofballs are the only thing that keep me sane sometimes.
*Timesheets for the virgin who has never worked for, worked as, or had to pay an attorney is how they bill for their time. In a perfect world, after they complete each thing they do, they would write it down and the time they spent doing it.
"June 23: Phone conference with Client Schmoe regarding upcoming hearing in Schmoe v. Dillweed. .60 hours"
However, I find this is never the case.
They usually wait til the last week, or the last day of the month to write out their timesheets. So instead of entering 20 sheets one by one each day into the billing system--I usually have to do 20 on the last day of the month with the Billing Administrator breathing down my neck sending me threatening emails in all capital letters.