June 25, 2003
power outage day
This one looked good. The midnight shift guys shut everthing down the way I asked them to. When I arrived at 0430 this morning, The Grand Design was coming together. I was proud.
All of the work I planned for my area was finished by 4:30 this afternoon. It was one of the slickest, most effective shutdowns I've ever been involved in, at least in the area of MY responsiblity.
Unfortunately for me, a few other people didn't spend the time and effort I did to get ready for this. I made it home at 2205 tonight. (Yeah. WELL after dark.) Not one single problem that kept me out there for more than my OSHA "time-out" of 16 hours had ANYTHING to do with my game plan. It was people doing OTHER jobs that AFFECTED my area that caused me grief.
They didn't run their "DON'T FORGET TO DO THIS" notebook through the dryer. They never had a notebook to begin with. Those people rope goats and allow screeching monkeys to hump footballs on Power Outage Day. I was caught in their vortex and swept right down the toilet with them.
I am too tired, sweaty, burnt-out, hoarse (from screaming over the radio all day) and disgusted to blog about it tonight. But you can bet your sweet ass I will the first chance I get.
My head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus.
I need a hard drink and a soft bed.
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