But Thursday and Friday were great. I was in Annapolis, which is starred in the map below...
...and I was out with a couple of of our prime contractors on a 25-foot motor boat to inspect the underwater portions of a bridge with a scuba diver. The bridge was a new one, so there was not a lot of work involved for the diver. Me, all I had to do was sit in the boat and relax, take notes, and communicate with him every once in a while via a radio, saying stuff like, "roger" and "say again?" and "roger" again.
So I wanted to write about how great those two days were, about how I could smell the faintly salty air as the wind whipped past the boat. I wanted to write about the tickle I felt in the corner of my eye whenever I angled my head just so and the wind would beat against the bridge of my nose. I wanted to write about the crabcakes I had at a seaside restaurant where we parked the boat and just hopped onto a dock and our table.
But nooooo...today just wouldn't let that whimsy linger. I had to work today, a Sunday. Sure, I volunteered for it, but I was under the impression I was going to inspect Baltimore county bridges, but ended up doing Harford county bridges instead, which are farther away. Then while out there I realized I'd left my boots in the office, so I had to inspect wearing tennis shoes. Which wasn't so bad until I was walking on what I thought was solid ground but turned out to be just an overgrowth of freaking brambles supported by nothing. So I fell right through the brambles into a stream and got my pants all soaked and my shoes and socks all muddy that I contemplated throwing both in the garbage. I had a change of pants and socks in the car, but no shoes, so I had to wear fishing boots the rest of the day.
Then just as the guy I was with and I were about to start on the last bridge of the day, I realized I'd locked us out of the car.
When I was still an EE major, I took a digital logic class with a quirky professor who told us that Murphy's law had corollaries, one of which is that bad things will happen at the most inopportune times.
So naturally, since it was a working Sunday and I had just fallen into a fucking river and had my arms butchered by some fucking brambles, it had to be the one day that we only had one car key on us which I locked in the car while we were on the wrong side of it, the outside. Shit. Long story short, a locksmith is now a hundred and fifty bucks richer. Fortunately this one ordeal didn't set us back more than half an hour, if that.
During the drive home I was thinking to myself that the one thing that would really make my day complete was being pulled over for speeding. And you know what? I wasn't pulled over. Ha ha, had you going there a while.
Nevertheless, I got home at 6:30, and put in an extra 11 hours of work, and there was no permanent damage when I think about it. It feels like it's been a bad day, but there have been worse. And if it hadn't happened this way, you wouldn't be reading this. Now that I'm home, things look okay again. Although...I had wanted to leave work early tomorrow, but now I'm not sure since I just cost the company $150...
Eeyow. Hope you had a better Sunday, folks. Later...
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