Spent all day hanging lights.

Still not even near done.

Tomorrow is another day, and all that's left is fairly close to the ground. I still haven't gotten around to changing the spark plugs on my truck, that's a good two-hour project. I want to by monday, these cold mornings suck with older plugs in. (large v-8s don't like the cold, more so when the plugs are funky.) Otherwise I have nothing to do but relax. That's the best thing about my new job: no outside effort required. The only problem is that during the week I'm too damn tired after work. Not that it makes all that much sense: how could fixing computers all day make you tired? I guess it's mental fatigue more than anything.

Metaphysics? Not quite. That's physics. Metaphysical dealing are beyond my current scope of giving a shit. But the principals of quantum physics are behind 99.999% of modern electronics. Almost all transistorized circuits are designed with this knowledge. Not to mention all TV's and monitors. Letsee here, also the computers we are doing this on: CPU's have such small wiring now, the designers deal with individual electrons. As do bus controllers, etc, etc.

I agree with Natalie: working with incompetent and/or lazy and/or just plain stupid people really does suck. But it seems that the rest of us are outnumbered by a good margin. The gene pool is growing shallower by the moment. Like watching the inbreeds across the street today. The one little idiot has a chainsaw. Not really sure where he got it, as none of the people in their family works. They live completely on the government ticket, plus whatever the ten or so people living in their small house pay them. It couldn't be much, as none of them seem to work much either. Anyway back to the story. So there's this little moron, with a chainsaw, a Husqvarna with about a 20" bar (retail of about $800) and they have this whole pile of uncut, unsplit firewood. So instead of just cutting it into manageable size pieces and splitting it, the dipshit in question is cutting it all down to size with the saw. At one point one of his little cronies yells out "oh, come on, you pussy!" I'm just waiting for the blood-curdling scream and shouts of "9-1-1, 9-1-1!!!!!!" It never comes. So by about 3:30, it's plainly evident from the smell wafting on the breeze that these boneheads don't understand the need for bar oil. What bar oil does is keep the chain and bar lubricated and thereby cool. Well when I can smell the chain cooking from 400 feet away, it's a little too late to save the temper of the chain. Then I hear an older female voice yell "hey, where's that camera? I need to get a picture of him working for once!" So this'll probably be how they'll spend their day tomorrow, also. Judging by the size of the pile left to cut, they might be at it for weeks. As none of them goes to school, either, I mean weeks of full days spent half-ass working on this. Of course, we have to take into account the fact that their saw will most likely die tomorrow sometime.

So anyway I'm just about done for now.....
Peace.