Well, this morning received a text from Pastor Steve that the heater was out, as sometime in the windy night, the pilot light gone out. It was a brisk 50 degrees in the church. I arrived to work to find Pastor with his little space heater running in his office. Despite his best efforts the situation was unresolved.
I asked if I could take a gander. So I grabbed the lighter and headed into the church basement. Having grown up on the farm our old heater upstairs would occasionally have the pilot light blown out by the wind. The heater in the church basement was rather old, and although I had watched my dad light our house basement heater (similar to the one at church) but I was not confident enough to start placing flame toward gas....
|Without this we would freeze-quite literally!|
At this point Ericka, the administrative assistant, came down to lend a hand. I handed the lighter to Ericka as I was speaking with my dad phone in hand. We could get the knob to turn but not to push it down to allow gas to flow in. After some delicate fiddling I got the knob down and in and Ericka lit the lighter and thus we had a pilot light! Hooray for heat! Needless to say I was feeling pretty good about how the rest of my day would go.
I guess this falls under the open-ended DCE intern job description... I'll add occasional HVAC technician to my resume. Just another day in the life of an Alaska intern