What a difference a day makes.
The last few days have been super productive for the guys. Fixing trucks that have had problems going on five or six months. Cleaning up the barracks. Shipping stuff home and getting ready for the big push this ‘home stretch’ is going to require of us.
And then it happened. The Exxon Valdez. Part Deux.
There are always upgrades and updates that have to be made to our trucks. One of which are our lights. It is going to be so tough going back to the States to drive around after the lights that we get here. If someone was to stand in front of one of these trucks, lights on and everything, and walk towards us with their arms spread apart…it would look like the second coming of Jesus. Or an alien. Actually I’m not sure there is a difference. Anyways, a couple of my trucks still need to get these super sweet new lights. So as we took them to the shop today, and parked them for the crews to work on, one just starts spewing gasoline. Everywhere. The shop floor. My boots. Everywhere. As I was walking back to my office, I noticed that the smell still stuck around. Yeah. Gross.
So as I begin to think the worst about one of my trucks, a mechanic comes into my office. “My bad sir, forgot to reconnect the fuel line.”
Nice. And I ruined a pair of boots.
C’est la vie. It is about time that SOMETHING like this went wrong. Let the paperwork begin!
That definitely sucks. Sorry buddy.
Comment by Extremely Witty — January 20, 2010 @ 3:48 pm