Three service calls later, the guys from the generator company declared the generator is actually fixed. And by fixed I mean that it no longer sounds like a snow blower with too much choke when it attempts (and fails) its weekly test run. This bad boy does a trial every single week for 12 minutes just to make sure everything is working accordingly. It sounds a bit like a 1976 VW beetle stuck in neutral with your pedal to the floor. Don't you want to be my neighbor at 11am every Saturday morning??
In an attempt to rival communications at NASA, my husband the engineer has now integrated this thing into the "network" so that if it doesn't work, it will send us a text message telling us what's wrong. For those playing the "what will the house text message us next" home game, that makes a total of 9 items that could potentially alert us at a moment's notice (smoke alarm, heat alarm, hot tub alarm, back up sump pump alarm, burglar alarm, power failure alarm, generator start alarm and generator failure alarm). I'm sure there are other alarms I'm forgetting, but you get the point. Some women are football widows. I'm a telecom widow. If you can write code for it, it will be done.
You know, of course, that now that we've spent all this time, money and effort to install this thing the neighborhood is guaranteed to never, EVER lose power again....
...perhaps you would like to be my neighbor after all!
2 comments:
Hey, I used to be your neighbor. Does that count?
Wow, your husband would be my dream man!!!!!!!! What woman wouldn't love to have everything in the house connected to an alarm...
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