Worked eight hours at the Skunk Works North Campus. Never saw another person the entire time I was there. Spooky. Filled and hauled 14 bags of wet and sometimes moldy cardboard upstairs and out to a dumpster with a stuck door and annoyingly high sides walls. Carried up those same stairs several hundred pounds of expensive I-can't-tell-you that had to be rapidly evaluated and, if needed, laid out to dry under controlled conditions. Vacuumed several gallons of water off floors and shelving. Wore work gloves over nitrile gloves and rotated through four pairs of 'em because they didn't grip well when wet.
I have a small abrasion on my scalp where a widget, I swear, leaned over and scratched at me. I said nice things when that happened, at great length and high volume. Earlier, I whacked an ear good and hard on a wall or duct that wasn't where I thought it was. Hours later, finally sitting down at a keyboard, I went to take off my glasses and something felt very gritty. H'mm, reddish stuff all over the end of that earpiece...? Yep. Dried blood. I've got a tiny little goose egg and a crushing type abrasion next to it, hidden behind my ear, right where the temple of my glasses goes.
On the other hand, nobody shot at me, not even once. That makes it a good day.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
3 days ago