Dealing with ancient bookstore HVAC

When I was in my early 20s, I worked in a used bookstore. At the time I was working on my graduate degree, and the weird hours the store owner needed me for weirdly worked perfectly with the hours I had to go to class. I had looked at a lot of jobs, and this was the only one that offered the flexibility I needed to get where I wanted to go. Honestly, I did think working at a used bookstore would be pretty cool too. And at first, it was pretty cool. I got to fo shelf reads and help people find cool new reads. However, the boss had so many additional odd jobs that I was baffled when I wrapped my first month working their. One of the harder tasks I had to accomplish was the weekly HVAC maintenance. Now, we rented the building, so as far as I was concerned the heating and AC care should have been part of the lease. That’s how it is with my apartment, so my boss’ store front should have been the same way. But it wasn’t; the landlord refused to care for the HVAC and my boss refused to pay for it. So instead, we did our own hodge podge HVAC maintenance. I had to go into the utility closet, unscrew the panel, and remove the ye olden air filter. Unlike the ones my parents have at home, this antiquated air filter needed to be cleaned, not replaced. So I would wait till after closing once a week and stay late to scrub the air filter. As it dried, I would then get on one of the chairs, under the HVAC vent and scrub out the ductwork too. It remains the weirdest job I’ve ever had.

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