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Dec. 7th, 2005 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishSo, apparently my department is not being reorganized, we are having a reharmonization.
*Snort* Do I work for a government agency or a cult?
(written yesterday, but forgot to post)
I had docks this morning; there's only one boat currently landing sardines/mackerel right now (it's squid season), and since it's been really unpredictable when he comes in, I felt I needed to get up an hour earlier than I normally do for docks. I probably only got about 2 1/2 hours of sleep, but we both drowsed awake around the same time before the alarm went off, and snuggled for awhile before I crawled out of bed to the shower. John got up and made coffee for a change (shock!), since he was afraid if he went back to sleep, he wouldn't wake up in time to get the kids off to school. He presented me with toast before I got out of the shower.
I headed off the office (preceded by his usual "Be careful!" - he worries about me going off in the dark), arrived and threw the stuff I'd be taking with me in the wetlab, then headed up the stairs - only to find that the cleaning crew (a new group - the last bunch got fired) had locked all of the doors between the hallway and the offices. So I couldn't get to my uniform shirt, data clipboard, datalogger, boots or, most importantly, cell phone and keys to the work pickup. Grrr! I checked all the office doors and only the doors to the wetlab and freezer room were unlocked because they have big signs on them saying "Do Not Lock This Door!"
I decided this didn't qualify as an emergency; there were coolers and plastic bags in the wetlab, and I was wearing my DFG jacket, which is all the uniform anyone sees when it's chilly anyway, so I figured I'd drive my own vehicle and put in for mileage later. I got to Tri-Marine, hoping for sardines or mackerel, but not only had that boat been and gone, he had squid today, and all the other boats they were expecting had squid as well. Oh well, to be expected. Check the two processors unloading down the street; same situation. I had to use care walking in front of Western Fish Company - their forklift operator drives like a maniac, and god knows what goop is all over the ground. The asphalt is breaking down so they put steel plates over the potholes - also covered with the same goop - so it's slippery as well; I was regretting wearing my everyday sneakers and not having my boots on. :p All there boats had squid as well, so I headed back to the Trooper. I get in and click - rrrr.. nothing. Crap. Try once more - same result.
After banging my head on the steering wheel, I decided to give it a few minutes to see if it would recuperate, so I walked back to Tri-Marine, and used the restroom. I was thinking that if the Trooper didn't start when I got back to it, Western would probably let me use the phone in their office to call Triple A. However, it did start, but I thought, I'm blowing off San Pedro across the harbor; they're all getting squid as well anyway, and I'm not going to take the chance. I headed back towards the office. Things were ok until coming down off the bridge into downtown, dashboard lights came on and I noticed the rpm s needle jumping all over the place. After stopping at a signal, the engine started losing power, and wouldn't accelerate, so I pulled over in front of the Breakers building before it died completely.
After walking several blocks to try finding a working pay phone (none of them worked), I finally went in the lobby on the Renaissance Hotel where luckily there was a bank of them; so I was able to call Triple A with one and John with the one next to it. We agreed that I should have it towed home and I asked him to call my office and let somebody know what was going on. I had to wait about 20 minutes for someone at Triple A to pick up. Another forty-five minute wait for the tow driver -he told me there had been over three thousand calls in Southern California between 7 and 10 that morning; unusually busy. I'm glad I had a book with me.
He gave me and my defunct car a ride home, and I borrowed my dad's to get back to work. Not that there was a lot of time left by this point, but I did want to work on the monthly report.
VT told there must have been some kind of curse, because her car's bumper started falling off (again, she's had this worked on before), and DP's car locks started malfunctioning. I declared that nothing more bad was allowed to happen, and things looked up when we took a break to have some ice cream left over from my boss's retirement BBQ (everybody had brought something to put on it).
*Snort* Do I work for a government agency or a cult?
(written yesterday, but forgot to post)
I had docks this morning; there's only one boat currently landing sardines/mackerel right now (it's squid season), and since it's been really unpredictable when he comes in, I felt I needed to get up an hour earlier than I normally do for docks. I probably only got about 2 1/2 hours of sleep, but we both drowsed awake around the same time before the alarm went off, and snuggled for awhile before I crawled out of bed to the shower. John got up and made coffee for a change (shock!), since he was afraid if he went back to sleep, he wouldn't wake up in time to get the kids off to school. He presented me with toast before I got out of the shower.
I headed off the office (preceded by his usual "Be careful!" - he worries about me going off in the dark), arrived and threw the stuff I'd be taking with me in the wetlab, then headed up the stairs - only to find that the cleaning crew (a new group - the last bunch got fired) had locked all of the doors between the hallway and the offices. So I couldn't get to my uniform shirt, data clipboard, datalogger, boots or, most importantly, cell phone and keys to the work pickup. Grrr! I checked all the office doors and only the doors to the wetlab and freezer room were unlocked because they have big signs on them saying "Do Not Lock This Door!"
I decided this didn't qualify as an emergency; there were coolers and plastic bags in the wetlab, and I was wearing my DFG jacket, which is all the uniform anyone sees when it's chilly anyway, so I figured I'd drive my own vehicle and put in for mileage later. I got to Tri-Marine, hoping for sardines or mackerel, but not only had that boat been and gone, he had squid today, and all the other boats they were expecting had squid as well. Oh well, to be expected. Check the two processors unloading down the street; same situation. I had to use care walking in front of Western Fish Company - their forklift operator drives like a maniac, and god knows what goop is all over the ground. The asphalt is breaking down so they put steel plates over the potholes - also covered with the same goop - so it's slippery as well; I was regretting wearing my everyday sneakers and not having my boots on. :p All there boats had squid as well, so I headed back to the Trooper. I get in and click - rrrr.. nothing. Crap. Try once more - same result.
After banging my head on the steering wheel, I decided to give it a few minutes to see if it would recuperate, so I walked back to Tri-Marine, and used the restroom. I was thinking that if the Trooper didn't start when I got back to it, Western would probably let me use the phone in their office to call Triple A. However, it did start, but I thought, I'm blowing off San Pedro across the harbor; they're all getting squid as well anyway, and I'm not going to take the chance. I headed back towards the office. Things were ok until coming down off the bridge into downtown, dashboard lights came on and I noticed the rpm s needle jumping all over the place. After stopping at a signal, the engine started losing power, and wouldn't accelerate, so I pulled over in front of the Breakers building before it died completely.
After walking several blocks to try finding a working pay phone (none of them worked), I finally went in the lobby on the Renaissance Hotel where luckily there was a bank of them; so I was able to call Triple A with one and John with the one next to it. We agreed that I should have it towed home and I asked him to call my office and let somebody know what was going on. I had to wait about 20 minutes for someone at Triple A to pick up. Another forty-five minute wait for the tow driver -he told me there had been over three thousand calls in Southern California between 7 and 10 that morning; unusually busy. I'm glad I had a book with me.
He gave me and my defunct car a ride home, and I borrowed my dad's to get back to work. Not that there was a lot of time left by this point, but I did want to work on the monthly report.
VT told there must have been some kind of curse, because her car's bumper started falling off (again, she's had this worked on before), and DP's car locks started malfunctioning. I declared that nothing more bad was allowed to happen, and things looked up when we took a break to have some ice cream left over from my boss's retirement BBQ (everybody had brought something to put on it).
