Mechanical Closet Blues

My office is next door to a mechanical closet. This morning there's a *loud* furnace hum that's driving me bonkers. It's very much like a dial-tone with the phone held up to my ear.

I'm listening to loud music, and I'll probably switch to earplugs at some point, but the plant ops folks can't get here soon enough.

[11am, ETA: a mechanic was passing through and said he'd look into it (I wonder how long before they'd have sent someone out?) He's looking upstairs, because he thinks it's not actually caused by anything in my ceiling or next-door. Gah, soloud.

11:20am: yay, he found it; a sump-pump next door was busted. No more noise!]

Dear God how many trees.

Our mailbox was stuffed with newspaper ads (delivered by our local paper).

Anyone want to guess how much paper?

3.5 lbs. 1.5kg.

Gah.

Leaving aside that I called them on Monday to tell them once again to stop delivering these ads to us, I'm aghast at how much paper this is. It's over 2 1/4 inches (compressed) tall.

Gah.