So. Changing a light bulb. Seems simple enough, right? Imagine the air in the light bulb is under such pressure that at the slightest fracture it could explode and send a barrage of quartz fleschettes hurling towards you at lethal velocity. Now imagine that the bulb is so tightly sealed into the socket that it takes all your strength to turn it one quarter-inch in either direction. And that it takes 40 damned minutes to get it two-thirds of the way out.
Welcome to my day. I'm a projectionist. Changing the bulbs in the projectors is tricky at the best of times, and as I may have implied, this was not the best of times. Plus, it was maintenance day, which means being at work an hour before I would normally be awake in order to play with lubricants. I hope to one day say "fun with lubricants" non-ironically. (Why yes, I was an english major. How could you tell?)
Soon there will tales of adventure in community theatre, if anyone's reading, but not today. Bah. DId get some work done on the new script, though...
Welcome to my day. I'm a projectionist. Changing the bulbs in the projectors is tricky at the best of times, and as I may have implied, this was not the best of times. Plus, it was maintenance day, which means being at work an hour before I would normally be awake in order to play with lubricants. I hope to one day say "fun with lubricants" non-ironically. (Why yes, I was an english major. How could you tell?)
Soon there will tales of adventure in community theatre, if anyone's reading, but not today. Bah. DId get some work done on the new script, though...