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Jun. 28th, 2004 09:41 pmWe're shorthanded at work this week due to vacations, so I was doing customer service instead of my usual maintenance, and no that doesn't mean half naked women answering the door. This morning it meant a run down trailer that smelled like rancid crisco. It also meant replacing a line that hit two poles and crossed a road. After completing that job, it was off to Greenup County KY for a call about the ol 256 Quam modulation. I redid the splitters and changed some fittings and everything worked. Next it was back to South Point for a dog damaged line. Thanks to the power of cheese, the German Sheppard calmly sat and watched me work instead of walking around nervously and barking.
I finished up the day working on modems that were transmitting too high, I fixed two and tagged the door on one.
Then it was off to Barbilin pools to ask about how to fix the gaping hole in my pool. He gave me some scrap vinyl and sold me a jar of adhesive (this comes into play later), I have the patch on the pool now and am refilling it. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
I got some of the adhesive in my chest hair and in my leg hair so I went for the first thing I thought would work. Gasoline! It took care of the problem, but I felt like a protestor or something pouring gasoline on my chest and legs.
Dinner was a kick ass burrito from Moe's! I sat under the picture of Hendrix. Next time I see the Manager in there I'll recommend he see about getting a picture of Stevie Ray Vaughn, or Duane Allman for some of the vacant wallspace.
I'm probably going to be doing customer service tomorrow too, I'm picking up a pre-work call, the customer is getting interference on one of the channels from the Prison's radio system, if it's coming in on his set then he's pretty much hosed.
It's off to bed, since I didn't sleep too much last night
I finished up the day working on modems that were transmitting too high, I fixed two and tagged the door on one.
Then it was off to Barbilin pools to ask about how to fix the gaping hole in my pool. He gave me some scrap vinyl and sold me a jar of adhesive (this comes into play later), I have the patch on the pool now and am refilling it. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
I got some of the adhesive in my chest hair and in my leg hair so I went for the first thing I thought would work. Gasoline! It took care of the problem, but I felt like a protestor or something pouring gasoline on my chest and legs.
Dinner was a kick ass burrito from Moe's! I sat under the picture of Hendrix. Next time I see the Manager in there I'll recommend he see about getting a picture of Stevie Ray Vaughn, or Duane Allman for some of the vacant wallspace.
I'm probably going to be doing customer service tomorrow too, I'm picking up a pre-work call, the customer is getting interference on one of the channels from the Prison's radio system, if it's coming in on his set then he's pretty much hosed.
It's off to bed, since I didn't sleep too much last night