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But no worries, karma always wins out in the end.
Down my way if you catch a fish with a state or Mote Marine tag and send it in they send you a shirt. It’s a badge of honor to wear one of those. I’ve got two over the years, but they were when I was young. And skinny. Can’t fit into the damn things. But I did catch a jack crevale last year down in Boca Grande. The tag looked home made. Turned out it was. I called the number on the tag and the guy put me on hold for ten minutes. Normally I’d hang up, but this shit is important to me, so I just waited. He gets back on the line and takes down the info, but when I ask him who he is and why he’s collecting the info he just hangs up. So pissed of now I call him back and ask him what he’s doing. He still won’t give me an real answer.
But no worries, karma always wins out in the end.
Reminds me, those little honda mini trail fifties or whatever they called them should have had warnings about riding them in the house! I had taken a volunteer day off from school, so had the next door neighbor who was a friend of my brother. I was showing him how cool it was to ride this thing up the indoor steps, through the kitchen, and down the hall. A little tricky where the hall made a right angle right turn but there was room to get turned around in my parents' bedroom and come back after you made the turn. Kinda hairy going back down the steps, there was very little stopping room before a wall became an issue at the bottom.
After I rode a few laps Charlie wanted to give it a try. He never even made it to my parent's bedroom. As I waited in the den I heard a helluva crash! Y'all might recall I mentioned a right hand turn in the last paragraph? Don't worry if you forgot, Charlie did too. He neglected the turn in the hall and was most the way into the dirty clothes bin that was normally accessed through the bathroom. There wasn't a big enough hole in the bathroom wall above the bathtub for extraction purposes, trying to pull Charlie back into the hall wouldn't work, the engine and exhaust pipe would have burned him badly, somehow the bike and Charlie had corked things up, I couldn't drag the bike back into the hallway either.
I finally managed to open the bin door wide enough to get Charlie through there with little loss of hide. Not easily, he was very overweight. Now the mini trail would extract into the hallway with a little effort. The Honda fifty wouldn't start after laying mostly on it's side awhile. Finally wrestled it back down the hall and down the steps and outside where it belonged. Cleaned up the oil and loose sheetrock and stuff but dad and mom were pretty sure to notice the four foot tall hole in the wall on the way to their bedroom.
My younger brother and Charlie were best friends and my brother didn't want Charlie to be banned from coming over for life so my brother who had been peacefully at the school that day took the rap for driving through the wall. My dad was somewhat warm when he explained to us that riding mini bikes in the house was verboten! The big heat fell on my brother for supposedly going through the wall, most of the way anyhow. My parents never suspected Charlie's involvement. My opinion was that the little bike that folded up to large suitcase size should have a warning label on it about children ten and under riding it in the house.
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Ahhh, pressure. They snatched aholt of me right after lunch. I was "invited" to a conference with all the wheels at the nuke, including the right hand of god and god. Not real usual for a peon contractor. Seems that they had a design issue with a twelve pole electrical switch and had to swap it out with an unauthorized replacement. Two O'clock by the time they explained the problem to me and we had until five PM DC time to get a fax of the issue and new component to the NRC. The meeting had went on past my direct involvement, talking about business issues. Sixty thousand a day fine and a ten percent power reduction. Sixty thousand was about half the daily profit but the power reduction was the big deal. We were near the end of a fueling cycle and the reaction got a little unstable late in the run. Tickling the fuel with the cooling rods used to control the reaction could easily cause it to fail completely.
Nobody had to tell me the reasons the only contractor had been selected for this crisis drawing. I was the fastest on the team turning out drawings but there was also the issue shit flows downhill and if any heads rolled I was first in line! I interrupted the meeting, "this part doesn't pertain to me. I need to grab an engineer and get started." The young engineer looked pretty expendable himself. With a little time to fax it I was down to one hour forty-five minutes to draw the switches. When I saw it fortunately it was a common switch I was familiar with. Still twelve posts and fully exposed wire coil on the outside and wrapping around the top and bottom. I had to show the damage too, a little free hand work on the computer to top off a lot of drawing!
Got the drawings completed with five minutes to spare. No checking except the eyeballing me and the little engineer gave it, cover sheet attached and off to DC. Never got an attaboy of any kind for turning out that drawing under almost impossible conditions, I had to just be glad an oh pooper didn't land on my head! Had I waited around respectfully for a pause instead of interrupting the meeting to get started the project would have probably went from impossible to impossible!
It was a small group and I let my boss know I was aware he had hung my butt out in the breeze to protect his house people. I wasn't upset about it, I would have done the same in his shoes. He could have found himself up to the chin in crapola too. Normally he would have been brown nosing around the gathering of the gods all he could, I knew things would be interesting when he squeezed me through the half open door of the conference room and bolted.
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