I spend the weekends in quiet contemplation and nirvanic bliss. Then just as I start to fall asleep the %$#@^&% pager goes. Usually someone who's burnt the toast and forgot s/he's hard wired to an alarm company who call 911. I love that at 2:00 AM. It's so invigorating to race to the hall and get all dressed up and then find out it's a nothing call.