Living What I Speak Of, Am I?
So last night I got home around 10:45pm. I made a phone call and then started to get ready for bed. I hopped into bed around 11:30 and closed my eyes in preparation for a good 7 and a half hour sleep. Moments later I heard an alarm going off outside. I looked out the window but didn't see anything so I started walking downstairs to see what was happening. As I was walking down the stairs, the alarm ringing was becoming louder and louder and I realized it was coming from within the house. This is stupid, I thought, I hadn't even set the alarm tonight. I frantically searched the house for the piece of paper with the codes written on it. Finally after a couple of minutes, I found what I had been looking for. I ran up to the alarm panel and punched in the code. The alarm stopped sounding, this was good.
Then the phone started ringing, it was Voxcom. "Is everything alright?" I heard coming from the other end. "We received a medical emergency alarm from you."
"Yes, I'm fine. I didn't press anything, I was in bed trying to sleep when the alarm just started going off."
"Oh."
But the two alarm panels kept on steadily beeping. Not a quiet beep but a beep that would keep a person awake if they were just down the hall from it. And so I told the lady from Voxcom that the alarm panel was still beeping and the trouble light was solid. And so for a few minutes she told me to try several different methods of reseting the panel. But nothing worked and she was getting frustrated and I could tell she wanted to end the conversation. And so she said Voxcom could not do anything else for me and that I would have to phone our actual alarm company because they were just paid to monitor it for Stealth Alarms (who left town or something). She said I would have to find a number on my own and call them myself. She did not have a phone number nor was she willing to help me find one. We hung up. Thanks Voxcom.
"I can't sleep with this freakin' beeping," I thought. "I'm going to have to do something about it." And so I did. I grapped a multi-bit screwdriver and went downstairs to the alarm control box. I started taking the screw out of the door hinge and the siren started sounding again--right in my ear. I could have sworn a person could hear it three blocks away. So I put the screw back in and went to the alarm panel on the main floor. I punched in the code but it didn't work. I tried again and again and again. Nothing. More alarm sounding.
One hour later alarm still sounding. By then I had managed to track down the number for Stealth Security Systems in Calgary or Edmonton or wherever their head office is. "We're sending a technician out."
One hour later. Still no technician. "This is stupid!" I have to be up in five hours. And so I went downstairs and ripped the wires right out of the siren. And you know what, it worked! I was about to rip the wires out of the alarm panels too but they miraculously stopped beeping seconds before I massacred them both.
And so the moral of the story is: excercise patience.
I need to work on that. And that is why God is not finished with me yet, as He says: "...he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." -Philippians 1:6
Then the phone started ringing, it was Voxcom. "Is everything alright?" I heard coming from the other end. "We received a medical emergency alarm from you."
"Yes, I'm fine. I didn't press anything, I was in bed trying to sleep when the alarm just started going off."
"Oh."
But the two alarm panels kept on steadily beeping. Not a quiet beep but a beep that would keep a person awake if they were just down the hall from it. And so I told the lady from Voxcom that the alarm panel was still beeping and the trouble light was solid. And so for a few minutes she told me to try several different methods of reseting the panel. But nothing worked and she was getting frustrated and I could tell she wanted to end the conversation. And so she said Voxcom could not do anything else for me and that I would have to phone our actual alarm company because they were just paid to monitor it for Stealth Alarms (who left town or something). She said I would have to find a number on my own and call them myself. She did not have a phone number nor was she willing to help me find one. We hung up. Thanks Voxcom.
"I can't sleep with this freakin' beeping," I thought. "I'm going to have to do something about it." And so I did. I grapped a multi-bit screwdriver and went downstairs to the alarm control box. I started taking the screw out of the door hinge and the siren started sounding again--right in my ear. I could have sworn a person could hear it three blocks away. So I put the screw back in and went to the alarm panel on the main floor. I punched in the code but it didn't work. I tried again and again and again. Nothing. More alarm sounding.
One hour later alarm still sounding. By then I had managed to track down the number for Stealth Security Systems in Calgary or Edmonton or wherever their head office is. "We're sending a technician out."
One hour later. Still no technician. "This is stupid!" I have to be up in five hours. And so I went downstairs and ripped the wires right out of the siren. And you know what, it worked! I was about to rip the wires out of the alarm panels too but they miraculously stopped beeping seconds before I massacred them both.
And so the moral of the story is: excercise patience.
I need to work on that. And that is why God is not finished with me yet, as He says: "...he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." -Philippians 1:6
posted by Kevin @ 10:08 p.m.
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