We had a cold snap here in Texas that lasted about a week, but it was cold enough for us to flip on the furnace for a few days. Well, lo and behold, the stench that eminated from our vents was enough to make us want to move far far away (an intermittent urge as it is). Our layman opinions concurred, and we were guessing Exhibit A was once a living breathing creature that sadly made its final destination our furnance coil.
Besides the offensive odor, the mere thought of a rodent invading our personal space in such a manner gave us the willies. Did the poor little guy have friends? Will family come to the graveside funeral? What can we do to make sure this doesn't happen again?
Enter heating/air conditioning expert No. 1. He removes the blower and finds, not a cooked creature but the fact that the air conditioning condensation drips directly into our sewer line. This is just fine. However, the line drips precariously into an open sewer. No seal had been placed over the opening. I know this is getting boring, so I'll hurry. Without water dripping from the A/C to fill the trap and seal off the odor and deadly sewer fumes, and exacerbated by an aforementioned whole-house clog a few weeks back, the blower was sucking the fumes into our house when we turned on the furnace.
Argh!
On a different matter, but one that has a similar smell to it, my job is becoming unbearable. Every job I've had has soured for some reason that is mostly outside of me. I am now on that tiring journey of trying to find another place of employment. My job is secure for the forseeable future, and maybe I should be thankful just to have a job (I am). But because this job started out so well, I know there is much more to life than working just to work. It has spoiled me, and now repulses me. Why can't we all just get paid for blogging? I'd probably be better at it if I could go pro.
Hey! For my next post I will do my best to bring something upbeat, T-bonish and up to the time wasting quality that has been this site for the past coupla years. Until then, take care!
Ugh!! Glad you found the root of THAT problem! We have been smelling a stench by our back door - the husband thinks a rat died in the attic. But he can't squeeze into that tiny space where the roof meets the wall. Ugh.
Hope you can find a better/happier job. I know what you mean about being spoiled. But really - is there anything better (workwise) than to look forward to going to work each morning?
Good luck with the job hunt. You are in the perfect position to be looking.
p.s. Ewwww.
Yuck about the furnace! I'm not sure whether you should be relieved that it wasn't a rodent, or disgusted that it was a sewer!
Yeah, job woes are bad. I'm having them myself, so I can sympathize. Hang in there.
sorry things are smelly! Look for that solver lining long enough, and it's there to find...trust me on this one..we still smell like mermaid ass around here. Happy talkin to ya!
Hang in there, kiddo.
I heard something about one door closing and a window opening? Maybe the rat was a sign.
:)
Making a living and making a life are far, far different things, no?
Hope you find that professional blogger gig - that is, unless it means we lose the essence of T-Bone, then fugit about it...
It's sad that your job is unpleasant because I regularly enjoy the fruit of your labor. Your paper has allowed a small town girl like me a sense of community in the big city burbs. I've meant to tell you before and I'm glad I am now before you move on to something more satisfying.