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13.5 hours.


Goodbye Saturday, and hello discussion with manager about time spent on this job. Bleh.

AAAAAAAAAnnd I get a callout. In the rain. In Kentucky.


Fucking wonderful.

If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for? Answer me, then post to your own journal if you want, and see how many crimes you get accused of.

Six pack by my side.


Collectors edition Fallout 3 Lunchbox at the ready.




Weekend.....BEGIN!

I'm not so much bitter as I am....nevermind.

I've been circling around not putting up with the comic feed on my flist for a while now. This was just the straw for this camel.

To those confident in their victory, remember:

It's not over till the college sings.

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<3!

SO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY HORRIBLE DAY!


Start it off at the shop at 8am. I begin working on a counting scale. I'm reminded that I have a TWIC appointment to go to at noon thirty and the scale or its temporary replacement must go out to the client ASAP. It's not recognizing its secondary analog scale, and we have a replacement part for it. So, I begin replacing the board, goes without incident. Power the unit up, no secondary scale (do have a simulator hanging off the end, so no reason for it to NOT see  a "scale"). Start thinking, call tech support, check cables, they think the EEPROM needs to be updated to the latest software revision. I need a serial cable for this, so I set about making one. Yes, making one. Don't ask me.

So, about the time I get ready to get flashing, I realize it's time to go to my TWIC appointment. I pack 'er up, grab a couple of rental scales to bring out to the customer because noon was my unofficial deadline to get the unit repaired. About the time I get to showing up for my appointment, the coordinator calls me up and says that the client is flipping out because she told them they needed the scale there BY noon if it was repaired, or first light if I was going to bring a rental. So, I head out there, aware the customer is very unhappy.

I get out to Morganfield Kentucky and the client (female calibration admin type person) gives me the bitching out of a lifetime. I apologize, feeling really no irritation due to the fact that *I* did what I was told and was ignorant of her directions. So, get the first rental scale out, start setting it up, comes up with a RAM error. With a groan and a sigh, I get out the other scale and set it up, get it calibrated and ready to rock. I get my paperwork squared away, and go to get the paperwork signed from my van. I hop out, lock the doors close the door.....and realize I don't have my keys.

So, yes, this is the fucking second time in as many weeks that I have locked myself out of my van. >://///////////////////////////

So, I get the paperwork signed, and ask the receptionist if she knows a good locksmith, she replies she knows someone better, and pages one of the good ole boys from the floor. He comes out with me and a coat hanger and fucking triggers the power unlock from the window. I thank him and his associates more than once, and resolve myself that whenever I'm in Kentucky that anything with a street value over $100 will be locked in something more secure.

The trip home goes without incident, and I get three keys made-one for the undercarriage, one for the house, and one to go in my stupid wallet.

I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday.

I SAVED A BUNCH OF...nevermind.


On a more serious note, I do have good news. Work related, so here goes:


The chemical plant (Can't say the name, but it is former patent holder on high quality polycarbonate plastic...look it up) is cleaning out the contractors and services they use. They liquidated roughly between a half to a third of the safety contractors, almost all of their "resident" contractors (the rest to follow possibly), and we had been hearing vague rumors of our own demise, at the least a severe tightening of the belt on us three technicians with the scale company. This could range from me working out of the shop on a daily basis to possibly getting laid off if things really took a down turn.

The COO of my company and some reps from the plastic chemical plant had a meeting, and they signed a three year contract.


Now, mind, three years sounds like a tiny thing, but they're getting rid of a lot of people, POSSIBLY their own employees. The fact that we're going to still have the work there, even if it's a lot less often, is a great thing indeed.

This just in from one of our field reporters:

"[21:25] Toujiron: The bots are named 'AdjectiveCoho' now."

Today I discovered that I had a perfect end to a perfectly horrible Friday.

I looked at my keys, and found that I was lacking the key to my company vehicle. Upon further investigation, I noticed that the key is currently sitting the ignition of my locked van.


Fan-fucking-tastic.

Edit: Let me just explain Thursday and Friday in as much detail as possible, just for reference.

Thursday I set out with two separate work orders, testing a lab balance for a Waste Water processing plant, and a plant scale inspection at an egg breaking plant. The lab balance was a piece of junk from 1979, and did not test within tolerances. However, because the operation would come to a screeching halt, I passed it anyways, and highly recommended replacement. I then tried to adjust the balance, failed, thought I had it back in operation, then went to my next inspection.

Egg breaking plant inspection went smoothly, and without incident.

While I'm heading back to good ole E'ville, I get a call to go work on some rental scale that were in a nearby town. I go, and three of the scales are pretty f'ed up. One of them had what's known as Auto Zero maintenance enabled (a feature usually used in exterior applications, it zeros the scale whenever there is an amount of material on the scale less than a specified tolerance), which was easily disabled. Then, the two floor scales were just plain out fucked. The nine pin jack soldering was shit (of the six connections there, all of them were poorly soldered, most soldered into pairs), when when I thought THAT was resolved, the cable was almost cut, etc, etc, etc. So, lacking the necessary cable to just replace the sons of bitches, I wrote up a continuation form, notified the scheduler, and took off for the day.

Friday, I drove to work on a flat tire, immediately had to go back to the wastewater plant because I apparently didn't properly adjust the balance to achieve zero, then finished with a two floor scale inspection.

Then when I got home I locked my keys in the minivan.

As I stated, fan-fucking-tastic.

Here's the game Doom 3 should've been, and I'm just now learning about it.

I'm sure it'll be as disappointing as when I actually did get to play Doom 3.

But goddamn, it's like so many of my favorite sci-fi/horror movies blended into one. At least I lucked out (I hope it's luck) and it's going to be released on PC. I knew cobbling this monstrosity together was a brilliant idea. >:D

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
xenosphobatic goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Salmonella.
atroxumus tricks you! You get a rock.
ayarane tricks you! You get a toothbrush.
churrodoll tricks you! You get a rock.
dmscv tricks you! You get a wet rag.
kasumikoorime gives you 16 dark green evil-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
lady_of_entropy gives you 13 softly glowing cola-flavoured gumdrops.
sol_xp tricks you! You get a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
thelastroboky gives you 8 yellow chocolate-flavoured gumdrops.
toujiron gives you 18 orange vanilla-flavoured gummy worms.
witchhazelle gives you 19 softly glowing chocolate-flavoured gumdrops.
xenosphobatic ends up with 74 pieces of candy, a rock, a toothbrush, a rock, a wet rag, and a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

I wonder what evil tastes like. I bet its sinful.

Just a tibit for anyone wanting to buy a wireless router:

Buy a fucking Linksys router. Seriously. In the time that I spent struggling with my old Netgear piece of shit, I've connected FOUR devices to this network. EASY.

Your result for Which Tarot Card Represents Your Higher Self? Test...

The Emperor

1 0Fool, 4 1Magician, 1 2Priestess, 0 3Empress, 11 4Emperor, 4 5Hierophant, 2 6Lovers, 4 7Chariot, 5 8Strength, 1 9Hermit, -1 10WheelOfFortune, -1 11Justice, 1 12HangedMan, 1 13Death, 3 14Temperance, 1 15Devil, 0 16Tower, 0 17Star, 2 18Moon, 4 19Sun, 0 20Judgement and -1 21World!

( Tarot Thingy )

Pretty much win.

Quick desk update: Since the keyboard tray was a twat, I decided that it was time for us to part ways. After a severe beating and tearing and crying (mostly on my part), we're now separated.

Feels good man.

My computer desk is coming apart. >:L