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Norfolk Sewer District, 259 Greenwoods Road West, Norfolk, CT (2026)

05/27/2026

OHHH! Good morning, everybody! Say good morning, everyone!
This is a deep cut version of Wastewater Wednesday. Anyone who can guess all the movies or TV shows referenced will win a cool prize. DM us your answers.
BONUS POINTS if you can identify every reference AND still remember where you left your keys this morning. That level of useless pop culture knowledge usually comes at a terrible cost.
Have you ever asked yourself… “Self, where is the latest Wastewater Wednesday?” First of all, pat yourself on the back because you are a extremely impressive person for reading these nonsensical posts instead of doing something productive with your day.
Well, occasionally, we have a Monday on a Wednesday. What the heck does that mean, you ask?
It means the equipment wakes up and collectively decides “today would be a fantastic day to absolutely ruin these guys’ mood.”
Here’s today’s fun. The dump truck was doing its beginning-of-the-year road test and suddenly started shooting red fluid from under the hood like it took a nap on Elm Street . One minute everything was fine. The next minute it looked like the truck had been shanked.
Thankfully, George’s Norfolk Garage came to the rescue with the flatbed. They rolled in yelling “PIVOT!” while we all stood there contributing emotional support and very few useful ideas.
Meanwhile…
The tractor got a flat tire.
The lawn mower apparently entered the chain-link fence demolition derby.
And we had to borrow a truck from the Department of Public Works like we were on a mission from God .
At one point we all just stood in the garage staring silently at the disaster like “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” . Nobody even had solutions anymore. We were just looking at things and sighing dramatically.
One guy kicked a tire.
Another guy put his hands on his hips.
Classic municipal troubleshooting techniques.
Now we’re not listing this to make anyone feel bad for us. Honestly, some days are just absolute circus acts. It takes a little longer to get into Wastewater Wednesday Global Headquarters and become funny professionals when the entire fleet decides to enter the transfer portal at the same time.
Truth be told, we would much rather be hanging in the A/C with our feet up eating bon bons while saying “No ticket” every time someone asks us to fix another thing.
Instead, we were outside looking like the world’s least successful pit crew. At one point somebody said, “Well… that’s probably not supposed to do that.”
This was just a small snapshot of one fun-filled happy joyful day. Usually, things are smooth and cool as Lando . Usually.
We hope everyone is having a momentous day… and that nobody chose violence against lawn equipment today. Remember: “The dude abides” .
If we can make it through, so can you.
Later, skaters.

05/25/2026

We take this day, and this long weekend, to honor the men and women of our armed services who made the ultimate sacrifice in the name of freedom and democracy. As Abraham Lincoln said at Gettysburg, they gave “the last full measure of devotion.”

Memorial Day is a time to remember those who gave everything for our country and to pay our respects to their courage and sacrifice.

From all of us here at the Norfolk Sewer District, we wish everyone a safe and peaceful Memorial Day weekend.

05/19/2026

HELLO EVERYBODY!!!!!
This is an INCREDIBLY special announcement from Norfolk Sewer District!
Tomorrow May 20, 2026, is the Annual Meeting for all customers in the Sewer District. At the Town Hall at 730pm.
I know it’s last minute… but around here we consider “advanced planning” to be anything more than 15 minutes ahead of time.
If you own property within the limits of the district, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE attend!!!! We always seem to have trouble getting a quorum, and I’m fairly sure at least 7 or 8 of you are reading this while pretending to work right now.
I own a house in town and I’ll be there! You should too.
Where else can you spend an evening with your friends and neighbors discussing the glamorous world of sewer infrastructure? This is basically the Met Gala for wastewater enthusiasts.
There may even be an exclusive afterparty for Wastewater Wednesday fans only. Very VIP. Very classy. Probably smells faintly of chlorine and coffee.
And yes… I’m working on securing a special Wastewater Wednesday customer discount.
How does HALF OFF $0.00 sound?!?!?!
That’s right folks. The discount is made up and the points don't matter. Bonus points if you know where that quote comes from… although, as previously stated, the points do not matter.
See you tomorrow!!!!

05/13/2026

WASTEWATER WEDNESDAY PRESENTS
“THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER”
Pump Room Edition
One ping only, please.
Before we begin today’s mission, we wanted to say THANK YOU to everybody who checked out the recent Norfolk Sewer District article in the latest edition of the Norfolk Now! We really appreciate all the support and interest in what we do every day. And if you missed our May the 4th special edition of Wastewater Wednesday, go check it out. It featured enough Star Wars references to make the Family Guy trilogy canon in Norfolk. Somewhere out there, Red Foxx is still standing by.
Now then…
Just off the lab… beneath Norfolk…
Motors hum. Pipes groan. A valve wheel slowly turns for dramatic effect. Someone is holding a flashlight even though the lights are fully on. Coffee has achieved the consistency of bunker fuel.
This is the Pump Room.
For today’s talk let’s dive into the next stop on our journey: the pumps. These machines are the heart of the plant. Their job is moving sludge from the clarifiers — which we talked about last week — back to the tanks so we can continue treating more wastewater coming in. Round and round it goes. The Circle of Pipes. Honestly, if you walk into the pump room at the right moment it feels less like a wastewater plant and more like Scott Glenn is about to grab us while we dangle from a helicopter wire.
In this room we reach another critical intersection in the process. From here, sludge can continue to Tank 2… or be diverted to the Digestor. The Digestor is a separate tank where excess sludge gets broken down and “eaten.” Nobody asks too many questions about the Digestor. You just nod respectfully when its name comes up. Like the cook in Red October. No backstory. No explanation. Just vibes.
The pumps we use are called Plunger Pumps. Imagine a giant 9-inch piston moving up and down all day long. When the piston rises, sludge gets drawn into the pump. When it drops, the sludge gets launched through the pipes toward wherever the valves send it.
Occasionally, somebody points dramatically at a pressure gauge like Sean Connery and says:
“Recompute our run to Tank 2… one-third flow.”
And somehow everybody in the room immediately takes it seriously.
“These pumpsh are remarkably quiet, Ryan.”
These pumps operate every single day of the year, moving approximately 152 gallons per minute of thick sludge from one end of the process back toward the beginning so we can treat as much wastewater as possible. That’s right. 152 gallons per minute. Or one Norfolk Sewer Dunkin order.
They’re specifically designed to handle thick material and can pull sludge up 25 feet. We only ask them to pull about 9 feet. Which means these pumps are basically the Caterpillar Drive of wastewater equipment: massively overqualified, suspiciously calm, and somehow cooler than everybody else in the room.
With a strong maintenance program these pumps can last well beyond their expected 20-year lifespan. One of ours just turned 6 this year. And yes… we missed the opportunity for cake. Absolute leadership failure. Could’ve had little candles on the motor. Tiny captain’s hats. Maybe somebody is softly playing the Red October soundtrack from their phone while standing way too close to the controls pretending to look important.
Instead, we did nothing.
Mancuso would be furious.
Of course, every mission has complications. The biggest enemy of these pumps is debris. Not all inorganic material gets removed in the grit chamber, and sometimes things make their way into the check balls inside the pumps. When that happens, the pump loses prime and stops pumping.
And suddenly… everybody becomes an acoustics expert.
One operator crouches beside the pump. One guy puts a hand on a pipe like he’s communicating with ghosts. One person says, “Huh.” Then everybody gathers around the equipment like the bridge crew trying to determine whether that sound was a torpedo… or a biologic.
That’s usually when somebody quietly delivers the line:
“Ryan… some things in here don’t react well to bullets.”
Still one of the coolest lines ever spoken with a Scottish accent pretending to be Lithuanian.
Then someone gets the honor of manually clearing the debris and re-priming the pump while everyone else suddenly remembers they have to go write Wastewater Wednesday.
The things we pull out can include rocks, food, pieces of wood, flushable wipes, and items so cursed they immediately become a story told to every new employee for the next decade.
Folks… if an object survives the entire wastewater collection system and defeats industrial machinery… it probably should not have been flushed in the first place.
Like every field, wastewater technology keeps evolving, and pumps are no exception. One of the newest major pieces of equipment we have here is a modern pump that operates far more efficiently than the one installed back in the 1990s. It gives us much better control over flow rates while using less electricity, helping the entire process run smoother and more efficiently.
Or as the control room version of Jack Ryan would say:
“I think they’ve developed a new propulsion system.”
Next week we’ll talk about the tanks these pumps feed into.
Until then… trust the pipes, respect the valves, never say “it’s probably fine,” and never ask “what’s the worst that could happen?” And if somebody asks you to “come listen to this noise really quick”…
start walking in the opposite direction.
And for the love of Sean Connery…
DO NOT FLUSH WIPES.
Also: Who is your favorite Jack Ryan? Alec Baldwin? Harrison Ford? Ben Affleck? John Krasinski?
Choose wisely.
Wrong answers may result in emergency pump cleaning duty while Jonesy explains opera and somebody in the background quietly says:
“I would have liked to have seen Montana.”
We hope everyone is having a extremely awesome day!

05/04/2026

A SPECIAL PRESENTATION
Wastewater Wednesday on a Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is a period of civil… Monday. May the 4th has arrived, and the town has absolutely committed “May the 4th be with you” has already been said twelve times before 9 AM, including once to a coffee maker that is now underperforming out of spite. We are no longer celebrating the day… we are inside the trench run. Somewhere, the mission is on with full Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope energy: high stakes, questionable plans, and just enough confidence to be dangerous. Pilots line up, engines roaring, and you can hear it… “Stay on target…” that’s Red Leader, calm, steady, absolutely locked in… while everyone else is gripping the controls like it’s the last cup of coffee in Norfolk whispering, “Yeah I got this,” and hoping no one asks a follow up question. Then the comms light up… “Red Five standing by… Red Buttons standing by… Red Foxx standing by… Red October standing by…” and just like that we have completely lost command structure (bonus points if you know where that one came from).

Meanwhile, down below, out of sight, no medals, no theme music, the Norfolk sewer crew is running trench support for the Rebels like absolute pros, basically doing a low level flight through a grit chamber in a Y-wing: it’s loud, it’s bumpy, visibility is questionable at best, and there is zero margin for error, but somehow, against all odds, it’s smooth, controlled, and just a little bit heroic. Strong R2-D2 energy, no recognition, just quietly making sure the whole operation doesn’t turn into a galactic incident while everyone else is up top dramatically announcing things like, “I’m going in!” (sir… you are walking to the copier again). And because it’s May the 4th, someone says it again “May the 4th be with you” thirteenth time, same enthusiasm, now with eye contact that feels aggressive; at this point even Darth Vader is in the trench like, “Alright, I’ve heard enough.” Back in the run, everything somehow lines up, the timing works, and the shot lands, not because it was a perfect plan, but because everyone collectively decided, “This is happening,” and just committed. No speeches, no medals, just a quiet “yep, we got it” as everything keeps moving like nothing ever happened, and as it all settles, as the mission wraps, as the coffee machine slowly regains trust in humanity, you hear it one more time drifting through the air “May the 4th be with you” fourteenth time… unstoppable, inevitable, and at this point… kind of comforting.

May the 4th be with you. Always.

04/29/2026

Good morning everyone! It’s everyone’s favorite day… WASTEWATER WEDNESDAY!!!!
Alright, quick update: Hollywood has officially blocked our number, so we’re pivoting to music. Not just any music, full blender-on-high, flip-flops-in-April energy courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. I’m not saying the author is a Parrot head… but if you hear distant steel drums and suddenly someone’s explaining wastewater while holding an imaginary margarita, just go with it.
Welcome to the Secondary Clarifier, the only place in the plant where doing nothing is not laziness, it’s elite-level performance. Everything rolls in from the Contact Tank and immediately goes, “Yeah… I’m gonna sit this one out.” This tank runs entirely on “It’s Five O’clock Somewhere” energy and a strict no-rushing policy.
We’ve got two tanks, each 41 by 8 by 8 feet, sitting side by side like a couple of guys who said, “one quick stop” and now know the bartender’s entire life story. Inside, a chain system slowly drags sludge along the bottom at a pace best described as “we’ll get there when we get there… no need to rush greatness.” And before anyone asks, no, we’re still not going to talk about the pipes. We see you. We hear you. We are absolutely not doing that today.
Everything hangs out here for just over three hours. Three hours. At that point, the wastewater has unpacked, gotten comfortable, and is thinking about extending its stay. While the vibes are immaculate, the heavier sludge settles to the bottom like it just claimed the best beach chair on earth and is now prepared to defend it. Meanwhile, the cleaner water rises to the top and glides into the half-pipe like it just nailed the smoothest exit since “Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes.”
Now here’s where things take a turn. There is zero oxygen here, no aerators, no bubbles, nothing. Which means our bugs go from “life is beautiful” to “I will eat drywall if someone doesn’t feed me” in record time. This is not “Cheeseburger in Paradise.” This is “WHO TOOK MY CHEESEBURGER AND WHY AM I SEEING STARS?”
So, what do we do? We scoop them up from the bottom and send them off to an aeration tank (we’ll get to that in two weeks). And when they get there… absolute mayhem. These bugs hit that tank like it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet that just announced last call. It’s “Fins to the left, fins to the right, everything’s getting eaten tonight” energy. Elbows are out, manners are gone, and one bug is yelling “I CALLED THIS” while the rest ignore him completely.
They eat twice as much, work twice as hard, and clean wastewater like they’re trying to win a trophy we would absolutely give them if we could. That’s the magic of Contact Stabilization, we let everything slow down, settle out, and fully commit to doing nothing… then we send it back in like a group of people who just heard the buffet is closing in ten seconds. Efficient, effective, and just a little chaotic.
And for the deep-cut crowd, this clarifier is basically “Son of a Son of a Sailor” laid back on the surface, quietly doing its thing, and somehow way more capable than it looks.
Next week, we’ll keep the island vibes rolling before we dive into the pumps, the 24/7, 365 machines that don’t relax, don’t chill, and definitely don’t know what a vacation is.
Until then, stay relaxed, stay safe, and remember… if you’ve been doing nothing for three hours, congratulations… you’re operating at peak clarifier efficiency.

04/22/2026

Ahhh YOU’RE KILLIN’ ME, SMALLS… it’s WASTEWATER WEDNESDAY!!! Step up to the plate, grab your glove, and for the record, we are STILL not talking about the pipes. Not now. Not later. Not even if you bring a Babe Ruth–signed permission slip or try to pull a fake pickle rundown to distract us.
At the last stop, we cleared out the grit. Now the wastewater, what we call influent, makes its way into our treatment tanks, and this is where things really start to come alive. Everything that comes in gets mixed together like it’s in a giant eggbeater, churning, bubbling, doing its thing like someone just sent a ball into the deepest part of the yard and now everybody’s standing around going, “uhhh… who’s getting that?” It might look like chaos, but to us, it’s sludge. And every plant in the world is trying to take that sludge and make it less sludge. That’s the mission.
Here in Norfolk, we run an Extended Aeration Contact Stabilization process. Sounds complicated, but it’s just time, air, and letting the right team do their job. “Extended” means we give the bacteria time to work, no rushing this inning. “Aeration” is those big mixers whipping everything together and pumping in oxygen so the bacteria can survive and keep eating. And “Contact Stabilization” means everything hits the contact tank first, mixes with sludge, and hangs out for about an hour before moving along. And no, we are STILL not talking about the pipes. Don’t make it weird.
Now if you’re wondering what this part of the plant feels like, just picture a full-on summer game, everybody yelling, dirt flying, someone definitely lost track of the count, and somehow it all still works out.
Because when this system is running right?
“Heroes get remembered… but legends never die.”
That’s our bacteria. Absolute legends. Just out here grinding through sludge like it’s a bag of sunflower seeds and they’ve got nowhere else to be.
And when things get moving, mixers spinning, tanks bubbling, everything working together, you’ve got Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez energy. Smooth, fast, making it look easy while the rest of us are just hoping we don’t trip over the baseline and end up looking like an L7 square.
Then there’s that moment… when something unexpected shows up. Maybe something that definitely shouldn’t have been flushed. That’s when lesser systems panic. Not us.
Because we don’t go hopping the fence blind. We isolate the contact tank, lock it down, and protect the rest of the system, not getting chased, no chaos spilling everywhere.
No Beast. No problem.
And speaking of things that look calm but aren’t, yes, that is Denis Leary out there with slicked-back hair, acting like everything is totally under control while absolute nonsense is unfolding nearby. That’s us. Cool, calm, collected… and very aware of what’s actually going on.
It also lets us run efficiently without massive tanks. Everything is constantly being added, mixed, circulated, and broken down in one tight system that just keeps going, no rain delays, no timeouts, just playing through.
Up next, we roll into the clarifier, where everything finally slows down—like when the lights come on and everybody realizes it’s time to wrap it up and we separate the good from the not-so-good.
And just like that… game over.
But hey, keep your eye on the paper… you just might see us pop up in the Norfolk Now soon. Same crew, same chaos… just in print.
This has been WASTEWATER WEDNESDAY and remember…
we’re not talking about the pipes… we’re never talking about the pipes… but we are keeping everything flowing.
Because around here, when things get messy, chaotic, and a little out of control…
we don’t panic… we don’t run…
we just build a wildly complicated contraption… and get it done anyway.

04/08/2026

AHHHH BISCUITS!!!!!! IT’S WASTEWATER WEDNESDAY!!!
This is a very special episode. We’re taking a quick break from not talking about the pipes… to talk about something VERY important: PLEASE. CALL. US. WHEN. YOUR. SEWER. IS. ACTING. UP.
Now, we know what you’re thinking: “It’s not my fault!” And to that, we say—just like The Fugitive—“WE DON’T CARE!” Not in a mean way! In a “we are literally here to help you” way. We don’t care whose fault it is, how it started, or if it was “just a little slow yesterday” and now it’s… not. We just need you to CALL US.
Because here’s the deal: if it’s our line, we fix it, we clean it up, and you don’t get a bill. If you don’t call, that problem might go from “huh… that’s weird” to a full-blown fugitive on the run through your basement—and trust us, that is a chase scene nobody wants to be part of. We’ve got the gear, the crew, the yellow lights, the vests, and we can be anywhere in the district in about 15 minutes during business hours… but we are missing one critical piece of this operation: the phone call.
So whether it’s a clog, a backup, a weird noise, or something that just doesn’t seem right—call us, email us, send a carrier pigeon, smoke signals, bang a gong in the town green… we’ll take it from there. Because unlike Dr. Richard Kimble… you don’t have to run. Just call.
Help us help you… before your basement becomes the scene of the crime.

02/04/2026

An incredibly happy Wastewater Wednesday to all of you!!!!!!!

Thank you to everyone who reminded me that today is Wednesday and successfully got me off the couch, away from the clicker, and back into work mode. At this point, this feels less like a reminder and more like a wellness intervention—and I appreciate it.

Today’s Wastewater Wednesday is dedicated entirely to Catherine O’Hara, THE movie mom of the 90s, and in Beetlejuice she buys a house in Cornwall CT (watch it again, a small town in Connecticut with a covered bridge? Come on).

Or, as Moira Rose would declare in Schitt’s Creek:
“It’s called Biochemical Oxygen Demand—look it up.”

The test always starts out calmly. You collect your samples, take an initial reading, and place the bottles into the incubator with the confidence of Kate McCallister boarding a plane in Home Alone thinking, we nailed this.

Five days later, you come back and it’s immediately Home Alone 2. The numbers are staring back at you and your internal monologue switches to,
“This is all my fault.”

Why five days? Because that’s how long it takes water to travel down the Thames River from London to the ocean. Science decided this once, announced it confidently, and has never returned to the topic.

Back in the old days, this test required aggressive chemicals and a lot more stress. Full Beetlejuice energy. As Delia Deetz would proudly say,
“I’m very into that.”
We are grateful those days are behind us.

We love the B.O.D. test when the numbers hit.
We tolerate it when they do not.
And we respect it because it tells us—honestly—how well we’re doing our jobs.

Which brings me, once again, to Waiting for Guffman:
“You don’t just throw out a perfectly good system.”

Yes, I snuck Guffman in there. It’s an indie. Most people missed it. But it lands and at this point that’s basically tradition here at Wastewater Wednesday.

So, here’s to five long days.
Here’s to clean water and solid data.
And here’s to Catherine O’Hara—who taught us that even when things feel chaotic, dramatic, and mildly exhausting, the process still matters.

Happy Wastewater Wednesday Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

01/30/2026

Wastewater Wednesday will return after these messages.
The Norfolk Sewer District crew has been working our butts off nonstop, so posting paused briefly while we handled a Class 5 Full-Roaming Snow Event.
Peter says everything is totally under control. Ray says that is statistically impossible.
The Ecto-1 needs a snowplow and chains.
It’s cold, it’s chaotic, and yes… this is exactly why you don’t turn off the containment grid.
It feels like just yesterday we were eating “this is the last of the petty cash” Chinese food when Janine hit the bell, said “we got one,” and suddenly we’ve been plowing ever since.
We tried not to cross the streams. Ray warned us. Peter shrugged. The snow crossed them anyway.
Who ya gonna call?
Norfolk Sewer District
Protecting public health • Keeping things flowing • We came, we thawed, we plowed.
Venkman says: “Before we panic, did anyone check the fridge to see if it says ‘Zuul’?”
We’ll be right back next week with a normal episode.

Norfolk Sewer District

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