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jeriendhalJuly 5th: Come home from work early because of a doctor's appointment. House's inside temperature 76 degrees. No big deal, we turn the a/c up during the day to save money.
Later that evening, note that the temperature is up to 78, when it should have been going down. Worse, the fan stops turning on the heat pump. Call AHS to arrange for repair.
July 6th: Repair guy comes out and pokes around. Figures out we need a new compressor. Cost of the new compressor and labor is covered by $75 service charge. Cost of the coolant for the compressor is going to be $585 for seven pounds of the stuff.
July 10th: After a couple of miserable nights we spend Sunday in a hotel room.
July 11th: Compressor arrives at repair shop. Schedule installation for Wednesday.
July 13th: Guy comes to install compressor. Figures out that our fourteen year old heat pump isn't compatible with a 2016 compressor. Guy apologizes and promises to come over tomorrow afternoon with copper piping and a pipe bending tool to fit it in. With the weather only getting hotter we retreat to a hotel again.
July 14th: Guy's boss calls to say he's had a family emergency and can't over today but will be over promptly at 7am. We stay in a hotel room again.
July 15th: "7am" works out to more like 10:20am. But after four hours work the compressor is installed and we finally start cooling the house down.
Today: Wake up and come downstairs to find the heat pump off and the inside temperature at 74 degrees. We usually set it to 70 for overnight. I check outside and find the compressor running but the fan isn't, so I flip the breakers so the compressor doesn't burn out.
I also start crying. Ten days of this and we're back to square one. Call AHS to complain, they call the contractor, who of course isn't available on the weekend. Argh.
After a bit I get the little window A/c unit we'd tried to use in the kid's bedroom and set it up in the living room. [1] This time around I make sure to have a pan underneath it so it doesn't soak the floor. It's a dinky 5000 BTU unit so it doesn't do more than maintain the room at about 80 degrees going flat out.
Around 2:15pm I'm talking to my on the phone about the situation, warning her we may have to come over and sleep at her place to survive. While I'm talking to her just to test things I flip the breaker back on for the heat pump.
Bastard turns on like it never had any problems.
It took about six hours but we're finally down to 72 degrees in here. I'm leaving it at that for the night. Still want to have a tech look it over to try and explain what happened in the first place, but for now I'm just happy our house is livable.
[1] Our homeowners association doesn't allow window a/c units, so we cheated and just shoved it against the screen with the body of the thing inside the house. Which gave us a very wet rug as it started condensing as it cooled the air. After two days of this we had to turn it off.
Later that evening, note that the temperature is up to 78, when it should have been going down. Worse, the fan stops turning on the heat pump. Call AHS to arrange for repair.
July 6th: Repair guy comes out and pokes around. Figures out we need a new compressor. Cost of the new compressor and labor is covered by $75 service charge. Cost of the coolant for the compressor is going to be $585 for seven pounds of the stuff.
July 10th: After a couple of miserable nights we spend Sunday in a hotel room.
July 11th: Compressor arrives at repair shop. Schedule installation for Wednesday.
July 13th: Guy comes to install compressor. Figures out that our fourteen year old heat pump isn't compatible with a 2016 compressor. Guy apologizes and promises to come over tomorrow afternoon with copper piping and a pipe bending tool to fit it in. With the weather only getting hotter we retreat to a hotel again.
July 14th: Guy's boss calls to say he's had a family emergency and can't over today but will be over promptly at 7am. We stay in a hotel room again.
July 15th: "7am" works out to more like 10:20am. But after four hours work the compressor is installed and we finally start cooling the house down.
Today: Wake up and come downstairs to find the heat pump off and the inside temperature at 74 degrees. We usually set it to 70 for overnight. I check outside and find the compressor running but the fan isn't, so I flip the breakers so the compressor doesn't burn out.
I also start crying. Ten days of this and we're back to square one. Call AHS to complain, they call the contractor, who of course isn't available on the weekend. Argh.
After a bit I get the little window A/c unit we'd tried to use in the kid's bedroom and set it up in the living room. [1] This time around I make sure to have a pan underneath it so it doesn't soak the floor. It's a dinky 5000 BTU unit so it doesn't do more than maintain the room at about 80 degrees going flat out.
Around 2:15pm I'm talking to my on the phone about the situation, warning her we may have to come over and sleep at her place to survive. While I'm talking to her just to test things I flip the breaker back on for the heat pump.
Bastard turns on like it never had any problems.
It took about six hours but we're finally down to 72 degrees in here. I'm leaving it at that for the night. Still want to have a tech look it over to try and explain what happened in the first place, but for now I'm just happy our house is livable.
[1] Our homeowners association doesn't allow window a/c units, so we cheated and just shoved it against the screen with the body of the thing inside the house. Which gave us a very wet rug as it started condensing as it cooled the air. After two days of this we had to turn it off.
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Date: 2016-07-18 11:55 pm (UTC)And yay, Tuesday looks like peaking around 31C, with a coding test to attend to. =:/ Should be okay - I'll just do the bunny flop and not move more than necessary. =:)
Figures out that our fourteen year old heat pump isn't compatible with a 2016 compressor
I am reminded of the fun and games the roomie/landlord's had here on the plumbing front. The house isn't that old - 1950s or so - but old enough for the original pipework to give occasional grumblings. Say you've got some old bath taps needing replacing (not the washers - the actual tap internals had worn to the point of not making a good seal possible). Easy enough, right?
Aha. ^_^;
Let's first consider the sadistic architect, who managed to arrange the pipes, bathtub, and basin quite perfectly inaccessibly, making them a pain to work on to begin with. Then, add in the taps having been in place for some sixty years and In No Mood To Move Thank You Very Much. The guy wound up having to use dremels and angle grinders to get the things out!
(The revelation that they'd been set into square holes was a trifle at that point. Big washers, done =:)
Much as I wish I could be the happy owner of a place in San Francisco, or perhaps Madrid, I'm also not too upset about not being sprung with maintenance costs. =:/ (Not that owning is ever a likely option, given the *cough* promotion of "a place to live" to being "an investment vehicle", leading to a curious situation where inflation is considered by some to be a very good thing)