Jul. 1st, 2020

scrubjayspeaks: photo of a toddler holding an orange tabby cat (baby Joyce)
I have once again been offered an out from the deeply dysfunctional job I've been battling with for the last three weeks. Every day, it's "start it up, discover something that's still and/or newly wrong, send the mold back to the toolroom, find some other way to occupy my day." Weeks of this. And today, my team lead said, okay, the mold is back, it'll start up tomorrow, do you want me to give it to someone else?

And I, because I am the sort of stubborn maniac who doesn't understand getting out while the getting is good--I said no. No, I want it. You can give it to anyone else just as soon as I have confirmed that all the problems have been fixed and I've got it running consistently.

I'm getting a reputation. Mostly for said stubbornness but also, as a consequence, as the go-to expert on a couple of really fussy jobs that everyone has problems with. I say this mostly to brag, I'll freely admit--I'm feeling quite proud of myself today. But hey, if your only survival skill is to just be too bullheaded to quit/die, turns out that will actually cover most of your bases.

(There's another machine that, because it is old and its fuses have personal crises, sometimes has the display screen switch off for long periods, which means you cannot see what any of the settings are at. But the buttons all still work, and the changes you make do register with the machine; you just can't see them. ...I can run the machine with no screen. I've told everyone the trick, but. Well. I'm the only one...inventive...enough to actually run like that. It probably does look like magic to an outside observer, I suppose. It's...yeah, it's a reputation I've earned.)
scrubjayspeaks: Town sign for (fictional) Lake Lewisia, showing icons of mountains and a lake with the letter L (Lake Lewisia)
Because it is a law of the natural world that a tight schedule provides an ideal habitat for sprawling problems, the bus could not be made right before nightfall, and band and dancers alike made to camp out in the meantime. The barn, doors thrown open at both ends to let in fresh air, gave shade in the day and shelter in the night and interesting acoustics all around. Casey retreated to the hayloft to call ahead to all their tour stops with explanations and to watch eir tour family playing oud, bodhran and accordion between the bulks of a very old tractor and a very new woodworker's bench.

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