From: rizzoraab@gmail.com   
      
   I worked on the AC units upstairs at Graceland back in 2003. It was September   
   and it was HOT but they wanted to wait until after the Labor Day weekend to   
   send us in. I was just a kid making hourly pay and from what I remember they   
   had us all sign a form    
   and we were escorted upstairs by at least two people with keys. But I don't   
   think there was a crazy double-lock door or anything, it just was two doors   
   had different keys from what I recall.   
      
   My job was to watch the temperatures, literally. So I was stationed in what   
   looked like an old office towards the "back" of the house and had to program   
   several of those old rotary-style timers for AC and refrigeration units. It   
   usually was someone with    
   a walky-talky reading me temps and me confirming that the pins were set to the   
   correct time configurations. We'd get called when someone noticed an AC unit   
   either running all the time or not running at all, and usually those pins got   
   messed up.   
   So this was just another one of those jobs, plus changing filters and any   
   other things that needed maintenance.    
      
   I was the youngest guy on the team, so I really wasn't allowed to do much,   
   though the guys would occasionally tease me on the walkie and they def did   
   that a lot on that day. I did get nosy and look in one of the banker's boxes   
   that were stacked in the    
   office and it looked like pretty boring paperwork, so that was that.   
      
   So, I can say that I've been upstairs. We went up the back staircase, fwiw.   
   And I do remember every door getting closed as it was entered, and probably   
   locked, which is why we had walkie talkies.   
      
   The carpet was old, so I do remember thinking, "Wow, this was probably here   
   when Elvis lived here". It smelled like an old office, paper and a little bit   
   musty.   
      
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