When I finished up our certification training to become an Heating as well as A/C repair serviceman, I had to build a resume as well as also save up for our certification as a state-recognized supplier, but figuring I could kill multiple birds with one stone, I decided to transfer to this coastal town commonly seen as a tourist trap by the rest of the state! Not to mince words, it was like a school town without the school – lots of parties, drinking on the beach, as well as a lot of retail as well as food repair workers that developed a strong contempt for tourism, and in our case, I found a beachfront resort that needed an on-call repair serviceman. I had no family in town, as well as they offered myself and others a bunk to crash in while in our shifts, so it seemed perfect to me. I figured I would only get one or multiple calls a night at most, to rooms where people didn’t know their A/C method was shut off via power switch, that notion was hastily put to bed on our first night, when I had a repair call around midnight. I came to the room where the call was cited, as well as I could smell something burning – not on fire, however like an electrical burn! After knocking on the door, I was let into the room by a couple of unquestionably drunk school youngsters, laughing as they pointed at the room A/C in the corner, dumping smoke into the room. “It was like that when all of us got here”, one of the youngsters said as I scrambled to shut power off to the A/C unit. I could particularly tell that a cup of beer had been dumped on it, as the A/C unit stunk like booze as well as an empty red plastic cup was kneeling on the ground beside it. After shutting power off, I told the guys I would come back with our full tool set to maintenance it. I used the opportunity to let the resort management know of what happened, as well as to make sure they’re held accountable for their neglect!