Too many chefs spoil the soup; too much thinking creates problems where they shouldn't be. It is now my belief that too much education will complicate seemingly menial tasks beyond reasonable limits. You'd think that three high-school graduates and one near college graduate could do something as simple as run eight wires from point A to point B. Well, that would be just too easy, wouldn't it? No, I have a better idea. Let's run them from point B back to point A, that way we could have the benefit of running them all at the same time... But wait! That really doesn't work as efficiently as if we ran them from point A to point B, so lets pull all 150 feet of eight different wires back to point B, create a tangled mess the likes of which have caused drinking and suicide, and then start all over again. To top it all off, after we get the tangled mess cut, errr... "sorted out," we head off to recon the area again and determine the best way of running the previously aforementioned cat-5 cable from point A to point B, and ironically enough, we learn that the original plan (the previously mentioned bass-ackwards B to A plan) could have been realized and brought to fruition had we only pulled twenty more feet. At this point, frustration kicks in to high gear, and we set off to pull wire, this time using the American standard A to B. Accomplishing half the work in twice the time, we set off for a great lunch at a local mexican restaraunt where we proceed to gorge ourselves on chicken-fajitas, queso, and salsa. We return and attempt to start wiring the next floor.
Once again, we can't just do things the old-fashioned way and take our time, we have to be expedient. I formulate and describe a plan of going from point A.5 (or A and one-half) and going to B before returning to get back to A. This seems beneficial at first, but loses initial support in committee upon hearing that the boss had a colorful metaphor for disturbing our world should it not work. Back once again to the original plan, it is at this point that I ask myself what I'm doing here and why am I not in an airplane instead. Frustration leads to apathy, apathy leads to not objecting when my original plan of starting in the middle and working back both ways is brought back up in subcommittee, and approved. So now, we're starting from the middle... and somehow it's working.
Much like Seashell, I'm getting burned out and tired of this old, one-horse town. I have mixed feelings about returning to the cultural mecca that is my college town. It at least has the benefit of having two horses. When you get tired of one, there's always the other one... it just happens to be an identical twin of the first one. There may be more of nothing to do, but my company to do nothing with will be in the next state at this point. I digress, I think we need to do something radical: Convogi-bowling! Nothing like a good, old-fashioned bowling night to get you out of the rut of wire-pulling.
Exorbitantly long and boring post over,
Jeff C.
