Saturday, October 19, 2019

A Farce Of A Farrago Of A Travesty

     The hoist engine conked out yesterday, and wasn't running until mid-afternoon.   Nevertheless, as Robert A. Heinlein wrote in Delilah And The Space-Rigger, "Sure, we had trouble building Space Station One -- but the trouble was people."

     Two riggers got bored, offered to make a fast-food run around lunchtime, and vanished for the day.  That was two-thirds of the crew aloft and without them, nothing was going to happen.  The rest of the crew left about 2:30 p.m.; I went home, did laundry and made supper.

     Today is a work day, too.  I wonder if it will include any, you know, work?
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2 comments:

  1. rickn8orOctober 19, 2019 at 11:44 AM

    Maybe because you have an interest in seeing the job finished and functioning, whereas the riggers do not?

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  2. Roberta XOctober 19, 2019 at 1:57 PM

    Pretty much.

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