8:29 a.m. Feels like eight-thirty at night.
I've been up off and on since 4:30 this morning, the extra half-hour an artifact of using my phone as a back-up alarm set thirty minutes after the bedside clock-radio. Fed the cats, napped, got up and made coffee and a bacon-and-egg sandwich.
There's plenty to do today; I'm out of nearly everything and ran out of time and energy to go shopping yesterday after a morning spent trying to get caught up downtown and a forgettable late lunch at a Broad Ripple eatery Tam and I had not visited in some time. I won't name the place -- frozen French fries, indifferent coleslaw and an adequate if over-cheesed hamburger are well below par for the neighborhood.
Returning home, I realized I was barely keeping my eyes open, and after a little time at the computer, I went to bed. Poor, wheezy Rannie Wu joined me; she's got a head cold, and had been to the vet that morning.
Shortly after seven o'clock last night, I had a call from a guy at one of the major suppliers for the project that has me working such long days when the weather permits. He need dimensions for some custom pieces, dimensions that I had been given to understand the tower crew had called in more than twenty-four hours earlier.
They had not; they and the parts supplier had been playing phone tag. It is a mystery to me why this would happen when everyone involved has e-mail and can communicate the dimensions accurately and unambiguously; but it did, and it fell to me to get up, go the the computer and telephone, discuss the matter with everyone concerned and sort things out. By 8:15 p.m., everyone had what they needed and I went back to bed. These custom pieces are part of every installation using the same kind of components -- and there are thousands of them. Everyone involved knew theses dimensions would be needed and most of us knew this was the week for them. This should not have been a big deal or any kind of a problem. Somehow, this project has been a SNAFU magnet and I don;t think that will change.
Today is rainy and cold; they afternoon will be rainy and colder, with a wind advisory. As far as I'm concerned, it's not a work day.
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
4 years ago
2 comments:
As long as you get paid for the day, you're golden !
I get paid by the hour worked. No work, no pay. But I have been way over 40 hours for each of the last few weeks.
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