I mentioned last week that the ice machine at the human female’s work broke the other day. It malfunctioned just as everyone was battening down for going into exile, but its misbehavior (and my mischief!) started long before then.
Last November (Great Frigga’s corset, has it been that long?! I’ve been remiss, remiss, remiss in posting updates. I’m so far behind I could behave until Yule and still have stories to tell!)
This is the inside of the machine.
It’s always full of ice. For some reason, I feel quite at home here.
Anyway. Last mid-November, the ice machine at the human female’s work broke. The bit that attached the actual ice maker to the chute had come loose and it was spewing ice out of the top of its stack, rather than shunting it down inside. And with it spewing out the top, it was never reaching the,”Hang on, I’ve made enough ice. I should probably stop now,” point, so all of the extra ice was going all over the floor.
Prep staff refastened the chute to the maker with zip ties. For a while, everything was fine.
Then the zip ties broke. So they replaced them.
And it broke again.
Meanwhile, Slow, Silent, and Costly had been invoked.
Then I turned the mischief up a notch. The Facilities Coordinator got cranky, because she wasn’t getting any updates from SSC. Then the human female and her staff heard that a part had been ordered and it would have to wait.
They were surprised then, when someone showed up almost immediately to fix it—with more zip ties.
Cue a flurry of bewildered and scarcely civil emails between all parties. Was the cursed thing fixed or not? Was a new part still imminent? No one knew what was going on, and I had to hide in the custodial closet so my laughing wouldn’t give me away.
Then in early December, more conflicting messages appeared.
“The ice maker’s fixed.”
“No, it’s not. I’m here to fix it.”
“How many open work orders on this thing are there?!”
“None, ’cause it’s fixed.”
Eventually, the chute got fastened to the maker again, with what are delightfully known as Worm Gear Hose Clamps, which have held up— until a few days ago.
The building’s shut up, the machine’s turned off. No one knows if SSC is working during the shutdown or not. Prep Staff mopped up the water before they left, but they know…
Oh, they know…
That something unpleasant awaits them when they return, because this:
…will be about fifty gallons’ worth of melty bailing in the bottom of the bin.
Unless, of course, it leaks.