Yes, it is the weekend again. After the week I was having out at the mine I was wondering if it would ever actually arrive. After my last update it basically poured down all night, and then most of the following day. All the scheduled down days were cancelled, as no one could drive anywhere. I was sliding around all over the show trying to even get to the workshop.
Probably a good thing the downday was called off, as I originally had to go and install a mobile phone "car" kit to a dragline cab. Now, usually, this would be a fairly straight forward task. Except, when I unpacked everything on my bench to set it up, the SIM card appeared to be missing. Not too worried at this point, I rang the tech at work who had installed the first of the three kits to find out where the SIM cards were.
He informed me that even though the phones were in a locked office, he had feared for the safety of the SIM cards, and so they would not get stolen, he hid them in the folds of the box. This sort of made sense so I terminated the conversation and went and ferreted through the boxes. I managed to located one of two SIM cards, but there was no sign of the second one. As there was originally three kits, and thus three boxes, I formed a hypothesis and rang the tech at work back...
"Hello Mr X, when you hid those SIM cards... did you have all three boxes on the bench?"
"Why yes, I think I did..."
"Is it remotely possible, just maybe, that you possibly got the boxes confused, and put the simcard into the third box?"
"Uhh yes, I suppose that is possible."
"And then, what did you proceed to do with that said third box?"
"Uhh... I threw it out."
"So, you are telling me that the SIM card is now well on it's way to being recycled?"
"Uhh yes, I suppose so."
"Brilliant. Thanks."
So, on the phone to the IT department who supplied the SIM cards...
"Gidday mate, Carl from Nixon's here... you know those SIM cards you supplied us for the draglines?"
"Yes..."
"Well, my esteemed colleague managed to throw a perfectly good SIM card out."
"Oh crikey... well I suppose I'll be able to get you a replacement... let me guess... Mr X?"
"Got it in one."
"Say no more. Card's on it's way."
So luckily I managed to obtain a replacement, but that didn't arrive until Friday anyhow. Friday was intense. All the jobs that I would have preferred earlier in the week when I had spare time all appeared at once, right when I was trying to pack up to get home on time. I managed to tackle the important ones, then I delegated the remaining ones and finally managed to get out of there.
Driving home I noticed occasionally that the clutch pedal wouldn't return up... it only did it a few times and so I thought no more of it, until last night when we decided to go and get our Australian fish and chips. I struggled to get the truck into gear, and then put my foot on the clutch again and it stayed on the floor. Brilliant. We limped it home and took the car instead.
You know people tell me that landrovers are supposed to have a reputation for breaking down, but I have never experienced so much trouble with vehicles until I came here... give me a landrover any day.
When I did finally arrive home, I found that all my plaster of paris on my hill for my model railway had cracked... I must have got the mixture a little wrong. Some plastic kits that I had ordered had arrived as well, so we went down to toyworld, and amazingly, I managed to find some plaster bandage type material. I had been looking high and low for this stuff everywhere, trying to pull strings with hospitals and everything, and here this stuff was sitting in plain view for sale. Couldn't believe it. So I bought some, and now my hill is looking much repaired.
Ryan managed to fool me at toyworld, one moment he was standing next to me, or so I thought, and I started talking to him telling him how I was going to form the hill on my layout and then asked him where the knives where... then I looked up and realised that this was indeed a complete stranger and not Ryan after all. I said: "Good heavens, you aren't at all who I thought you were." He said "Well that's all very interesting, but unfortunately I don't actually know where the knives are sorry." We both had a bit of a chuckle about that one.
There must be something about toyworlds and mistaken identities, last time we were in toyworld at Hervey Bay a random guy came up to Ryan and said "Hi Ryan, where's Steve? Does he still work here?" Ryan, looking startled, replied "Sorry mate I have no idea, I don't actually work here."
The guy looked most surprised... I mean why not, I'm sure all toyworld employees have high viz shirts with "Nixon Communications" written on them.
Right, I better go and have a look at this truck and do some more on my layout.
TTFN.
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