"What I Wrote"
Good Morning Campers.
Heidi Hi, Heidi Gaol.
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Research Machines - Temp Agency Assemblers would plaster their toolboxes with damaged COA labels as decoration, until someone in manglement caught one of them doing this, an order went out unpeel all labels & transfer to a sheet of A4 paper, so they could be returned for credit to the tune of about £3K.
Then there was the TAA, that conspired to get a replacement HDD (Still wrapped in a sealed anti static bag) off the shop floor & dropped into a lavatory cistern for later retrieval. Unfortunately he wedged the cistern float & the cistern overflowed. The HDD was discovered, traced to who had booked it out & confirmed he had headed straight for the Gents after taking it, when the CCTV footage examined. He rapidly became a ex-TAA as he was fired, left without transport back to Scotland where he had been brought in from & his B&B accommodation no longer paid for.
Well if comes to taking out a Solaris system, then the regonimiser should by default be Rodney (McKay) as he blew up 5/6ths of a star system.
Icon - Pet peeve I do so hate labelling any other planetary system as a solar system, our planetary system is the only one officially called “solar system".
Big power supply with lots of Caps to store a charge for a echo sounding boom being towed by a trawler up & down Gare Loch performing a survey for Faslane who wanted to put degaussing coils into the Loch for subs to travel through.
Survey over one of the team goes to hit the main shutoff\isolator for the power supply with a wooden boat hook, the boats owner commented.
"Och aye, Wassa matter wi' him, is the fella scared to turn it off by himself!"
"Damn right he is, there's enough stored charge in that thing to kill him, if it arcs over!"
"Ohhhh!"
Icon - Details may be a bit vague as it was 37 years ago, I was watching the boat go up n down the Loch from a hotel bar at Gareloch head most of that week.
One of my first IT jobs as a contractor was at Norwich Union, primarily there to sort surplus IT equipment out & backfill.
First day on the job, twice within 30 minutes a whole line of PC's (They may have been dumb terminals) went down.
The root cause was daisy chained power bars & one ladies foot that liked to tangle up the power cable & pull it from the wall, how she managed this twice on that day of all days, but never before remains a mystery to me.
Repositioning the power strips resolved the issue.
"the Welsh was simple and uncluttered. Not so much these days."
Given the Welsh Language, the developers probably gave up or ran out of available memory.
Icon - In memory of North Wales pubs that would go silent when you walked in & started talking in Welsh (Also Fred's Bar Toronto, for having the worst bar staff outside of North Wales) .
Being escorted:
A school for the uneducationable kids in Taunton & being locked in a class for my own safety, while I worked.
A girls secure unit outside Taunton, as myself & a colleague arrived & just getting out, a jam sandwich screamed to a halt inches behind us & plod rushed in to the building like they were hunting donuts as two of the inmates were apparently intent on killing each other.
Police custody areas & watching a scene on CCTV where a killer refused to come out of his cell, after being arrested for a road rage incident Saturday night (Plymouth) & expecting things to "kick off" in getting him out of his cell.
The local prison in Southern Alberta:
Escorted by a female civilian worker, doing one deployment a couple of the female prisoners stuck their heads into the "hobby room" I was working in & promptly told to go on your way, I asked if they were "sniffing" around me as a new face (& English accent, which does open some things other than doors).
"Don't flatter yourself" she said, "they were more likely interested in me, they go like that in here after a while".
Same day as that, deploying in the main office, where a couple of female trustee's were emptying bins, the fabric covered office cubicles had exceptionally high walls about 10', the trustee's obviously talking "for my benefit" on the other side of them, along the lines of "caged heat" & that they had a friend on the outside able to enjoy that sort of male attention, only for the other to add that one is waiting for a wedding ring before she enjoys any of those attentions.
Deploying in the greenhouse central control room, a prisoner was being given "weekend leave" that meant he had to return on Christmas Day, while he "discussed" the options\repercussions of if he didn't return on that day & how much of a "blind eye" would be applied. After he left, they started discussing the likely hood of him not reporting back on the 25th.
Icon - Rather appropriate given the last paragraph.
Only ever buy socks identical to those you have so I am never down more than one matched pair - Can confirm that's also my MO.
Those mismatched pairs & worn socks (Along with underwear)..... I wear\pack those on trips & dispose of in the hotel bin after use.
Creates a little space for bringing different things back in Carry On.
Have you met Boring Barry the Renault service tech at the local main dealer?
Every Sunday lunchtime, smashed out of his skull down in the pub (Where else), telling us again his two or three stories, invariably before he lost bladder control:
Triggering the airbag with a bulb & two test leads (ONCE), instead of using the correct (Non available) tool.
Training course, querying the placement of the oil filler cap & being told "You* are the last person we think of".
Erased from memory.
*The service tech.
Icon - He wore really thick lensed glasses.