the field serviceman’s prayers
Lord, Please don’t let the rental car smell like a 85 year old woman who wears too much WindSong. Again.
Lord, please let the hotel be clean, vermin free, stocked with clean linens, and have cable.
Please let there be someone at the customer who is honest enough to tell me what REALLY happened.
Please let the customer not have tried to fix it theirselves.
Please let the machine not be standing in a puddle of water
Please let the machine not be standing in a puddle of anything else either.
Please let some of the screw heads not be stripped out
Please let me not have forgotten the one tool that will make this a 2 hr job and not a 20 hr job.
Please let some noise or other distraction keep the customers employees from standing and watching me try to fix the machine the whole time.
Please let there not be any vermin actually living in the machine.
Please let me find and fix the problem quickly, and not spend most of my time chasing ghosts.
Amen.
Nothing’s worse than a vulture! Lord, but I can’t stand someone who hovers over me while I’m trying to work.
I’m making prints here, folks, not uncorking the Fountain of Freaking Youth. Go shop or something.
Field service;
Been there & done that, Og you are dead on the money.
By the way, we of the Roger household have been adding the residents of Indiana and other states in our nightime prayers. Keep your head down and avoid them circular winds kind sir.
Thanks, indeed. We’re in a good spot, and we’re pretty well prepped. We do appreciate the thoughts.
Working in a “secure room” meant that I had to be there, badge in and badge out, to get the problem fixed. All the techs who serviced me knew that and worked very expeditiously as I sat in chair with feet on desk not interrupting them.
You left out “please let the part in the box be the one I ordered, and not whatever piece of junk some idiot at the warehouse felt like putting in instead.”
I’ll give you that, Charles, as often as not its a banana wrapped in cheesecloth.