One of the incidents during the month of December that almost made me write was the day the underthinking electrician turned up.
As you may or not be aware a lot of my thesis relies on me running simulations that take from a couple of hours to a couple of days to run.
|I trained this cat to let me know when things were done|
|"Where are those minions?"|
I could not for the life of me work out was wrong, and was this close to calling in CSI to figure out if there was foulplay a foot
|"I can be there friday..."|
But just then the Underthinking electrician returned, nonchalantly whistling a tune and swinging an extension cord. I stopped this jovial fellow to ask if he had any clues as to why my computer was not working, he said he didn't have a clue......oh wait I flicked a few of the switches off at the main switch board maybe your computer was on one of those. Seemed reasonable and after playing around with the switchboard my computer roared back to life.
This is all fine and you are now wondering why this electrician deserves to be called an underthinker. Well I enquired as to why he had been turning the power swtiches off, was he doing some safety checks or something
|"Beat that score on solitaire Jim."|
No, apparently he had settled down for his morning tea and to read the newspaper, and apparently the coke machine in the entrance was too loud for him and he needed to shut the noise off. Either I am deaf, or this guy has the most sensitive ears in the world.
|"The Decibal reading is off the charts, sitting here is the equivalent of eating under a jumbo jet."|
|Young Fred Williams works on Doctoral thesis using the latest technology|
Luckily for this man, nothing was affected by his actions, otherwise his underthinking could have lead to far different results...
|"Looks like another case of postgraduate rage Fred"|