You know, I have this little hamster that runs around the Internet looking for possibly interesting pipe stories. It’s not a smart hamster. Today it came up with this:
7:53 p.m.: Washington Post Drive, overheated motor. Report of a dishwasher smoking. Upon arrival occupant had shut off power to unit and it had stopped smoking.
Bad dishwasher! That was my best meerschaum, you bastard!
Whew! It’s been a while since I posted. There’s been major changes at work, so I’ve been scrambling to keep up.
Four weeks ago, our other supervisor went on vacation for two weeks, so I had to work two weeks without a day off.
Then, our Station Manager got a detail in Renton (I’m in Federal Way). Lot’s of rumors surrounding that, but whatever the reason, bottom line, she ain’t here no more. And I got to work another two weeks without a day off.
Now, the new Acting Manager starts Monday, so I go another week without a day off to help her get acclimated. AND our other supervisor is detailed to another station.
Somewhere, in the space of a few months, and over the years, through attrition or other reasons, I became the senior management member of the three stations. That’s a really creepy thought. The upshot is that the station I’m at is only 5-6 miles from my house, so I save a hell of a lot of money in gas. That means a lot considering I drive a Caddy with a V8.
I’ve got a work-related video I’ll post as soon as I get it uploaded.
In the meantime, I leave you with the Guinea Pig Olympics.
