Fresh blood for the genny
Want to feel like you’ve been sidetracked? Sit idly by when one of “your” jobs is handled by your successor. I guess that’s why they try to get the old guy out of the cubicle before shoehorning the new guy into his place.
Today, while I sit inside and bask in my glory days, the genny is getting an oil change. I remember the days when I worked through the .. Successfully. Now, I have to cede the task to folks that can see what their own hands are doing. It was all going well until the moment when you swap oil filters. I/we destroyed the tool.
We do, of course, have neighbours. Even the ones we haven’t met. When she went looking for assistance, a qualified mechanic came to our rescue. With the proper tool, and a flashlight, and a full understanding of our goal. Within minutes, genny had “fresh blood” and we had the security of power for the next time.
So many jobs that are going to have a revised “first time”. If I can repress my dreams of autonony, and start to reach out to those around me, my quality of life will be improved. At least, according to the advice I have received.
Now, about that whole oil change business. Every two hundred hours seems “frequent”, but what do I know. I can draw parallels with the car, which seems to run for months without intervention. And oil is oil, right? Next on my list will be finding someone that wants a few liters of slightly soiled hydrocarbons. In containers for easy transport.
