Man, keeping up a blog is hard. Mainly because I hardly have time; any minute now I could get called on a job. Not to mention that I only have a limited amount of time on these library computers. It's a race against the clock, very mission impossiblesque.
So the title of this post refers to the fact that at least once a day a monsterous thunderhead rolls in, anouncing it's entrance with many loud booms. It then proceeds to drench everything in its path and in a few minutes it's gone and everthing is sunny agian. Of course, it doesn't cool things off at all, it only makes everything more humid. When you step outside here it feels more or less like you just hopped out of the shower and into your clothes without drying off.
Cool things that have happened to me: I got to give a reference to the missionaries. I was doing an instalation and when the guy found out I was from Utah he asked if I was a mormon. "I am indeed," replied I. He had quite a few questions and I basically got to teach the first discussion, and he told me he was interested in having the missionaries pay him a visit. Cool. Let's see, what else? I ate asperagus for dinner the other day, that was fun. Every day is quite an adventure, in sort of a 'doing the same thing but at different houses' kind of way. I had another missionaryish experience. There was an old man who would not stop talking the whole time I was at his house (that is in no way a stretch of the truth). Dances with Wolves came on and he gave us a running commentary on everything that was happening, as it happened. He would say, "Oh, now that injun is killin' that guy!" as the indian was killing the guy. That sort of thing happens all the time to missionaires, this was alot easier because I wasn't trying to teach him anything.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The busiest week ever
Well, I haven't been able to post for a while because well, I haven't had time. This last week was may have been one of the most stressful of my life. Let me explain a wee bit how this job works.
The sales reps start selling around two o'clock. As soon as they get a sell they report it to the office and the office dispatches one of us technicians to go put it in. There is some sort of method to the order in which the dispatch us but I don't really care. Anywho, an install can take anywhere from an hour to lots of hours depending on it's complexity. At my not so fast speed I usually get to do two a day, three if I'm lucky (even though by the time that third one roles around it might be 10 o'clock ,which isn't fun). We're out pretty late but we usually have the morning to relax. Sometimes we get a job scheduled in the morning, maybe once or twice a week.
Now, there's a lot of paperwork to be done, not on the technician end but on the office end, and if something is not quite right with said paperwork it can tie up the whole process, making it so that we have to go back the next day. On our end there are dozens of little technical things that can go wrong, and if we overlook them the first time we'll be returning to the home latter on a service call, for which we do not get paid.
Each of these things happened last week, multiple times. Because our work (for which we are paid) happens in the afternoon we schedule service calls and return visits in the morning. So every single day last week I got up early, ran out to the area we were working in, trying to put out all sorts of little fires and then worked late into the night. Wow.
On a more interesting note, all the homes that I have done installs for in recent days have been black families. I have watched more black sitcoms, listened to more black music, and been exposed to more black entertainment in general than ever before in my life. Not a bad thing, just a different thing. Like their white neighbors they seem to leave their TV's on nonstop and I often am installing close to the TV. I've watched more TV in the last month than the last 4 years of my life. Yuck, TV is junk.
The sales reps start selling around two o'clock. As soon as they get a sell they report it to the office and the office dispatches one of us technicians to go put it in. There is some sort of method to the order in which the dispatch us but I don't really care. Anywho, an install can take anywhere from an hour to lots of hours depending on it's complexity. At my not so fast speed I usually get to do two a day, three if I'm lucky (even though by the time that third one roles around it might be 10 o'clock ,which isn't fun). We're out pretty late but we usually have the morning to relax. Sometimes we get a job scheduled in the morning, maybe once or twice a week.
Now, there's a lot of paperwork to be done, not on the technician end but on the office end, and if something is not quite right with said paperwork it can tie up the whole process, making it so that we have to go back the next day. On our end there are dozens of little technical things that can go wrong, and if we overlook them the first time we'll be returning to the home latter on a service call, for which we do not get paid.
Each of these things happened last week, multiple times. Because our work (for which we are paid) happens in the afternoon we schedule service calls and return visits in the morning. So every single day last week I got up early, ran out to the area we were working in, trying to put out all sorts of little fires and then worked late into the night. Wow.
On a more interesting note, all the homes that I have done installs for in recent days have been black families. I have watched more black sitcoms, listened to more black music, and been exposed to more black entertainment in general than ever before in my life. Not a bad thing, just a different thing. Like their white neighbors they seem to leave their TV's on nonstop and I often am installing close to the TV. I've watched more TV in the last month than the last 4 years of my life. Yuck, TV is junk.
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