Delta.

I am not sure how many times I have said it. But I will say it again. There is no telling what I might be doing on any given day at work. Sure most of the time it is A/C work...but then...there are those days when I find myself putting up Christmas lights, playing billiard or watching TV at my boss' house because we are in rain delay. Or it could be that I am painting a house, boarding up a house for a hurricane, mowing grass so on and so forth. But those things all have one thing in common. They have nothing to do with Air Conditioning work.
This time however, it was a side affect of doing my work. I needed to do this before being able to even start on my job today. Here is the setting. It is early in the morning. It had rained at the job site the night before. It is a new construction house that we had started on the day before. So far so good, what is not good is that since it is a new construction house, guess how many people are living there right now. That is right, zero. Now how do I get in. Both the front and the back doors are locked. So I try each window. No go. That is fine I know what to do, this is not the first time something like this has happened. I call my boss and ask him to call the builder, and have him open the house. At most ten minutes of waiting, and I will be in and working. My boss calls back. There is no chance that the builder can make it out to the site for at least an hour and a half. I am instructed to try anything I can to get in, short of damaging the house. Like cutting down walls or breaking windows. My boss suggested using a credit card to open the door. Does that really work? Well no harm in trying. I tried the front door first. It had a good sill on it. I could get the card in, but I was not sure what I was really supposed to be doing. I gave up. I was about to head back to my truck when I remembered a conversation I over heard the day before. What had the builder said??? "This back door does not stay closed all the way. You need to fix it." The Carpenter assured him it would not be any trouble, he could fix it without a problem. But that was late yesterday. The carpenter had to have left just minutes later. Could he have fixed the door so that it would shut before he left? did he have time? I had already tried it and it was locked, but was it shut tight. That was the question. I went to the back again, and pushed on the door. It move back about an inch and a half. It was still lose, but it was also still locked. I pulled out a card from my wallet. This time selecting something other then a credit card. I tried sliding it up. I tried sliding it down. I tried moving it back and forth. I tried a combination of the three. No go again. I tried one more time. I am not sure what I did, but... *Slick* *Click* *Swing*. The door opened.
So on this day I did do A/C work. But I also picked a door lock with a card. And I thought that was something you only could do in the movies.
Here is the card I used.

The day did not end there. When my co-worker, was cutting off the cap to the 7/8 copper line of the coil, things took a turn for the worst. Coils have pressure in them from the manufacture so that when we install it we know if there is a leak. You can cut the 7/8 line (what he did) or unscrew the 3/8 line nut (it is twice as slow, it is also happens to be the way I do it.) we now will be able to tell if there is a leak already in the coil. If pressure is released then there is not a leak and we are good to go ahead and install it. Most of the time when someone cuts the 7/8 line it only makes a small hole, and the pressure is released gradually. Then you just finish cutting the cap off and your done. But then from time to time that does not happen. This time it did not. The already weakened cap did not spring the small hole and leak out slowly. The hole thing popped, and the cap became a bullet. It busted the side of my co-workers lip open and shot down and hit the wall above my head. But it did not stop there. When the wall did not give way to it's high speeds, it turn around and came after me. I had heard it pop, and heard it hit the wall. But it was not till it zipped past my ear that I even had time to look up and the sound of it popping. Good thing to. If it was moving any slower, I would have had time to look up at the noise and turn my head, right into the path of the missile.
My co-worker finished with the copper and then, had to go home. His lips had swollen so that he was having problems talking. Not to mention the taste of blood in your mouth can drive anyone trying to work insane. I stayed and tyred to finish. But in the end I ran out of supplies and my boss told me to call it a day.



Here is the cap that became a missile.