Love and Hate

There's a certain dichotomy associated with my profession (ie: Elevator Installer/Mechanic/Service Technician) that make it such a joy, and at the same time... a pain in the ass. As an installer, I never know where I'll be working. It could be a mile and a half from the house, or it could be in another state. I don't know from job to job where I'll be. This makes it impossible to plan out anything in advance. You wanna meet me at "insert location" in two weeks?... I'm certainly "game" for it, but I can't say that I'll be there. It's more likely that I'll be two hundred miles away from "there" (Pick a direction) when the time rolls around. The part of this that "sucks" is that I can never establish a routine...One week, I'm up at 5:00, and the next I'm awake at 6:20. A "normal" sleep-cycle is not to be had.

Then, I never know whther I'm to be an "Installer" or a "Mechanic". The variance is that a Mechanic will arrive on the job, secure everything that he needs to get the job going, and take it until all the "mechanical" aspects of the job are "Did". It's an a "Rails is up, Cab is builded" kinda existence. you'll pull the wires where they need to be, but you'll never tie the first one in. No need to read the "prints", just get it Mechanically sound.

An "Installer" will bring the machine into full functionality. He'll be the guy who land's up all the wires, Applies Power to the controller, and gets the elevator "hitting floors". The Doors will also be close... In regards to speed, torque, and so forth. All that's left is for the "adjuster" to come out and fine tune the ride, perform the weight and safety tests, go over things with the state inspector, and correct anything that the state man isn't happy with. Much more satisfying to hand it over to the adjuster, than to hand it over to another Installer for completion.

The "Service/Repair" guy's almost universally get a bum rap. "They don't DO anything" is the standard line, but it's patently false. I've had occasion to ride with some of our service technician's between construction jobs, and these fella's certainly earn their living. It's a strange thing...one day, all you'll do is go around cleaning pits and car tops, getting tickets signed along the way. Then you'll be involved in a "problem child" that leaves you scratching your head for weeks on end. Repairs can be a real bitch sometimes... so much so that you'll create new problems by trying to diagnose old one's. Short periods of mundanity are surrounded by longer periods of absolute stress and dumbfoundedness. Dealing with differing systems every day, stuff from the 1950's all the way to equipment that is the most modern. An expert you must be. Not work? Fuck You!

I Love to learn new things...And I hate to experience Livesexchat.net change. I love the diversity of each job that I'm sent on, and I hate that I have to reequip myself to suit each task.

It's obvious that the circumstances that I enjoy, go hand in hand with the things that piss me off. It's a wash, and I'd have it no other way. Pure, clean, and balanced. It's how I roll nowaday's. Get with it.

The Tether

It finally happenned. It's been a year and a half... paying my dues, and rolling with the punches. Friday, I picked up my Company Cell-Phone. The "word around the campfire" is that I'll be getting a company van within the month as well. Nice!

heard through the goddamned grapevine that the Boss was concerned that I'd jump ship at the earliest opportunity. I'd given him my credentials in the interview process, and I can't say that I blame him. I'm certainly qualified for positions taht far exceed even his...but he disregarded the fact that I'd employed myself at a retail outlet on www.jasminlive.mobibefore encrouching him for employment. I'm not afraid to be humble...But I'll still take pride in my priofession.

He heard that I've an IQ of 165, and he heard taht I'd been a "Global Operations Analyst" for a major corporation. He assumed that I'd be looking for more of the same, but I'm SHUT of that! I like being able to take two steps back from what I've done In a day And see the results,,, The practical difference between number crunching, and actual "work".

Still and all, I wear a golf-shirt that bears the logo of my company...And I'm proud to be associated with them. "Thether Be Damned !". It's a good thing!

Vanilla

That's the word. Nuetral would be another one. It seems that, over the last little while, that's all that's been going on. Something good happens, and then something bad transpires to cancel it out. Friday is a great example... Thursday evening, I got a call from the Straight White One advising me that John Prine was to be in town, and he wondered if I'd like to catch the show. My response was something on the order of "Hell Yes!" so we made arrangements to get together for the show.

Friday started at around 5:30 AM, and I didn't arrive back at home until around 5:00 PM. The interim was filled with a lot of hauling of a 350 lb gearbox/drive motor for a dumbwaiter that we were installing. I had a beer at the house wjhile I was getting cleaned up, and three before the show as Eric and I got caught up. We didn't get a chance to eat any supper before the show from www.livejasmin.cc, but that normally wouldn't be a big deal, as I drink every day. Eric had gotten us tickets way late, so we were unable to sit adjacent to each other. No big deal though, we still got to see a great show. Unfortunately for me, around 10:15 PM I realized that I was tired. By 10:30 I've determined that I'm actually exhausted. I tried to stick it out 'cuz the music was really good, but I just couldn't hang. At 10:45 I got up and left the show.

Eric called at 11:15 to ask where I was, and I had to inform him that I had just got back to the house. When I left, I didn't even think to let him know that I was splitting. Exceedingly rude thing to do on my part, and for that I apologize. I crashed and slept for 9.5 hours. After I put my contacts in on Saturday morning, I took an extra second staring in the mirror, and realized that I looked like shit. The bags under my eye's were big enough for Paul Bunyun to vacation with. My skin was pale, and my eyes were duller than home movie's. I took the weekend and did absolutely nothing with it, and was ready to attack the day today.

High... Low... and back to Even. Vanilla ain't no good for blog-fodder.

Two Grown Men

Since it's the off-season, a local Theme Park is updating their buildings. DollyWood is remodelling an edifice and turning it into a "Sweet Shop". Kev and I have been tapped to install a DumbWaiter in this building. We get lined out this morning, grab a few supplies, and head on out there. As we are driving up to the job, we both notice a squirrel that has met his demise and wound up on the access road in the park. He was lying on his back... little forepaws angled skyward, and was perendicular to our direction of travel. (For all I could tell, he'ed been taxidermied, to look that way.)

Kev noted the carcass and spoke about it... He referred to him as "Sammy". When we left the job for lunch, he spoke about him again. I think that I said "Sammy! Walk towards the light!" but I've been drinkin', so it's not cast in stone...When we returned, we passed the corpse again, and I thought that he should be declared as "Skippy". "Skippy! Speak to me!" I hollerred like an idiot when we rolled past him.

Kev is 50, and I'm 34. We should have been past our infantile preconceptions, but neither of us could deny who we are. When we passed the carcass in question (on the way to the house) for the last time today... We both yelled "Skippy" at the top our lungs. We extolled the virtues of what a good squirrell he'd been, and the life that he'd lost.

Two growed men, should'na be acting like this, but we both laughed and laughed. That tells me that we were right.

Way too many hours at work

Things around here are pretty-much the same as alway's, exhaustion when I'm at home, and no rest due to chores that didn't get done through the week hadda get done on my only day off. Standard Operating Procedure around here anymore. I started to post something on Sunday, but it was way too depressing to complete, so it now languishes in the "Draft" folder.

The main thing that's been a little different around here lately is that the rest of the household has split for Hilton Head and a nice weeklong vacation. They left out last Friday, and are not to return until this Friday. Things were quite hectic at the end of last week, as the mere preparations for their sojourn provided for drama after drama... Shit that I wasn't prepared for after working 68 hours last week. Needless to say, the quiet around here has been a welcome relief. Unfortunately, I've been left in charge of six animals, that all need to be fed and waterred, and nurtured, and loved on, and all that namby-pamby shit that I ain't real good at. We've still got all the animals that we started with, so I guess that's something.

(brief pause while I go chase down the Beagle and the Puppy who've just made a run for fun.)

As I knew would happen, tonight the quiet has gotten to the point that it's nerve-wracking. The lack of a hojillian kids, another couple of adults, and the common little idiosyncracies of a household, has gotten me down. It's kinda like those old "jungle" movies where the hero states "Why don't they stop those infernal drums!!", only to proclaim "It's quiet out there...Too Quiet" when he finally gets his wish. Alas, it's another cross I bear.

The main difficulty is trying to find something decent to eat of an evening. It's not that I can't cook, nor even that I won't, it's just a cast iron bitch to cook for one, without wasting an assload of food in the process. I'd like to think of myself as not such a wasteful person, so the fast food establishments have been frequented often this week. After today's 12 hour shift, I just didn't feel like any kind of quick meal joint, but I'm too tired to bother to get cleaned up and go to some sit-down place.

As I got closer to the Crib, the solution finally hit me, and I esed the shop van into the Weigel's (Local convenience store that you can't swing a dead cat without hitting four of.) and procured this evening's victuals. Waht a fine repast it was... A twelve-pack of Coca-Cola, a 7 1/2 Oz bag of Doritos Tortilla chips, a loaf of "Light Bread", and a tub of Weigel's Brand Pimento Cheese Spread. Yeah I know, but it's what I had a craving for. Sometimes an honest workin' redneck has just got to git him a piminter cheez an' light bread sammich.

Hell, I'm Batchin'. That's my excuse.