Closet Extremist

Oops I... did it again.

I went over to help out Kev with the latest elevator "remodernization" on Friday, and got roped into staying on with him this week. It's "keen" though. I like Kev quite a bit, and we work well together. Unfortunately, he began feeling under the weather yesterday, and decided that he would sit today out, in hopes that he'll feel better soon. I suddenly went from "Helper" to "Mechanic-In-Charge" in the blink of an eye. No biggie though, I just kept powering on until the shop sent me out a helper. I got to figure out all the intricacie's of a Dover Door-Clutch with Car Gate Retainer, and had big fun doing it. My helper wasn't as irritating as he was on the Jail Job, so that was a plus as well (I guess if I take him in small doses, he's liveable to work with).

Toward the end of the day today, I realized that I would need to get some supplies from the shop before I head back over there in the morning, so I stopped by on my way home. I got some "electric eye's" (the infrared widgit that makes the door open back up when you stick your hand in front of it) orderred, and picked up some wiring conduit and fittings that I'll need, but the bifg thing was electrical schematics so I can take the old "Car Operating Panel" out and put the new one in. The "Papers (formerly known as) Prints" (aka: Wiring Prints) are kinda vital to ensuring that the new push buttons, both the door operator's, and the selector will actually you know, function, after the replacement. I have to be able to rewire them and such.

I go to rich (Who sells the Modernization's) and ask after the prints, and he directs me to my Sister who has them. She guives over the papers, and we discover that they are stapled together in three of the four corners. I ciommence on them with the staple-puller so I can make copies for out in the field. The first staple comes halfway out, and the second is stucjk in such a fashion that I can't even get the staple-puller under it. It's a Nightmare! I pull out my pocket-knife, and proceed to prize ion the ends of the staples in order to bend them into position for extraction. I get distracted by Rich's storytelling and WHAM! The blade slipped, and suddenly I'm bleeding. Suck finger-Suck finger (That'll make an intersting Google Search) and check the damage. Abbatoir! Suck finger-Suck finger and check the damage. Slaughterhouse! Head to the restroom for a quick "Run some water over it" and discover that I've cut myself pretty bad. I get some paper-towels,a nd quickly make myself a compress for it, and heaed back out into the office area. Whereas... I discover that I've left a blood-trail all the way from my sister's desk to the bathroom. I guess it's a good thing that there weren't any wolves in the office, or else I'd've been their supper this evening.

With a little assistance from Jennifer (The new office chick) I had a bandage on my boo-boo to make the Mummy proud. There ain't no stitches as there were the last time I hurt my finger, but there probably SHOULD be. When I decided to rejoin the blogosphere this evening, I realized that it's difficult to type with a huge bandage attached to your right index finger, so I decided on taking Eric's route to fixing these little issue's, and applied some super-glue to seal the wound (If you haven't read his post on that episode, well just start at the beginning of his archive's, and read forward. not only will you find it, you'll find so much more that's good, you'll probably have a aneurism and die... In a good way). I'm typing with the FIQ (Finger In Question) right now, and I must admit that it's an astonishing fix. Sure it tingles and aches, but it's most-tolerable at this juncture (I have a high pain threshold, so your mileage may vary) and working fine.

Here's hoping I don't cut my finger...again.