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Ah, I forgot. You know how we all tell work stories, and we characterize our coworkers by various types on account that people come in various types? And if you're like me, you occasionally stop and wonder which type you are. Well, I don't know, but here's a spiffy workplace moment from the other week:
T6: Oh, hey, K! *waves at me, while surreptitiously watching Supe leave*
Me: *noticing the evil eyes*
T6: I just wanted to thank you.
Me: Uh, whut? *trying to recall if I did anything*
T6: *telling me about her crappy day* She had me casing up on my route, then casing up another route I don't know to well, and when I told her I had to cut off the mail, she wanted me to put up some more, telling me to make downtime for a bump. And I got so frustrated. *close to tears* Because I knew I couldn't do it; it was just too much to finish on time, too. And she with her attitude, you know she's never carried mail, I was ready to quit. But then I looked over at you, just being your calm self and I thought, what would K do? And I realized there was something I could do, so I filled out that stupid paper, even if it didn't accomplish nothing. And it worked! Because the PM was over there too, and he looked at the times I'd written down, realized I was on C7 which gets a lot of mail and she had to take some [of the bump] off me of me.
Me: O.O
T6: So, thanks. You saved my day.
Me: But I didn't do anything. You just remembered to follow the rules and use them against her.
T6: lolz, whatever.
Anyway, today Keith and I broke down Gambit, stripped parts and began reassembling Shuttlepod. I was sort of useless beyond fetching wrenches, sockets, extensions and stabilizing the bike while he wrenched bits off, but I guess I kept company. Although, Gambit fell off its stand at one point and the clutch basket gouged into my calf. That sort of hurt. (But what's being a rider if the bike doesn't fall on you?) So he transferred the front wheel and fender, the seat lock, the helmet lock, the rear fender, lights and seat cowl, the seats, the entire rear wheel assembly and gas tank.
Later this evening he went back over and switched out the thermometer and tore down Gambit into little pieces that went into boxes. So now my bike has new wheels, new brake rotors, chain, better sprockets, perelli tires, working accessory locks, a fan that will come on when the engine heats up and a rust-free gas tank. And a seat with playing cards on it. All that's left is reconnecting all wiring points, maybe cleaning the carbs and refitting the fairing.
T6: Oh, hey, K! *waves at me, while surreptitiously watching Supe leave*
Me: *noticing the evil eyes*
T6: I just wanted to thank you.
Me: Uh, whut? *trying to recall if I did anything*
T6: *telling me about her crappy day* She had me casing up on my route, then casing up another route I don't know to well, and when I told her I had to cut off the mail, she wanted me to put up some more, telling me to make downtime for a bump. And I got so frustrated. *close to tears* Because I knew I couldn't do it; it was just too much to finish on time, too. And she with her attitude, you know she's never carried mail, I was ready to quit. But then I looked over at you, just being your calm self and I thought, what would K do? And I realized there was something I could do, so I filled out that stupid paper, even if it didn't accomplish nothing. And it worked! Because the PM was over there too, and he looked at the times I'd written down, realized I was on C7 which gets a lot of mail and she had to take some [of the bump] off me of me.
Me: O.O
T6: So, thanks. You saved my day.
Me: But I didn't do anything. You just remembered to follow the rules and use them against her.
T6: lolz, whatever.
Anyway, today Keith and I broke down Gambit, stripped parts and began reassembling Shuttlepod. I was sort of useless beyond fetching wrenches, sockets, extensions and stabilizing the bike while he wrenched bits off, but I guess I kept company. Although, Gambit fell off its stand at one point and the clutch basket gouged into my calf. That sort of hurt. (But what's being a rider if the bike doesn't fall on you?) So he transferred the front wheel and fender, the seat lock, the helmet lock, the rear fender, lights and seat cowl, the seats, the entire rear wheel assembly and gas tank.
Later this evening he went back over and switched out the thermometer and tore down Gambit into little pieces that went into boxes. So now my bike has new wheels, new brake rotors, chain, better sprockets, perelli tires, working accessory locks, a fan that will come on when the engine heats up and a rust-free gas tank. And a seat with playing cards on it. All that's left is reconnecting all wiring points, maybe cleaning the carbs and refitting the fairing.