Wasted sympathy?

Last night I was expressing my sympathy for people working out in the super cold to repair a water main break at Jefferson Point.  This morning I learned that the leak wasn't repaired yet.  Turns out they weren't goofing off.  They were working  on nine other water main breaks around the city.  So I guess I should have been feeling nine times the sympathy.  I've added 'fixing broken water mains' to my list of jobs I'm glad I never had to do.  There are others on my list.  For example, in college I worked in the library.  I always felt fortunate to work there instead of in the cafeteria.  Except, that is, when I had to go down into the spooky basement to find display materials.  One of my bosses had dabbled in taxidermy and several of the storage cabinets (unmarked of course) contained half preserved bird and small animal bodies.  Sorry, I digress.  The repair crew is evidently working on the Jefferson Point problem even as I type.  At least it's a lot warmer than last night.  Not hot mind you, but 39 degrees has to feel better than zero.