It has definately been Monday all day long. No doubt about it. This morning I decided to take the stock from the 280 Mnt. Rifle that I planned to give to my son to work. We have a paint booth there and where there is paint, there is commercial grade stripper. I spent first break and most of lunch applying and reapplying this liquid acid to the stock of his gun. By last break the work was over. My beat up rifle stock had cleaned up and sanded back to a silky smooth waiting to be polished to a low sheen satin finish. I hooked up an air hose and cleaned all the intriqusies of the detailed checkered craftsmanship, and as I turned back to the bench top table, I dropped the stock and broke the end off of it! I stood over the "spilled milk" and my mumbles under my breath became out loud rants of disgust. I was ultimately seeking redemption from the excerpts of Friday's dismay.
I can't just leave you hanging like this so I will explain. I got the bright idea on Friday that one of my fishing reels needed a good spring cleaning, so to the lab it went. Once again, a good idea went bad. Now take into account that I work in Quality Control so I am accustomed to fixing unfixable things. After a half can of contact cleaner and a small portion or reel oil, it was back to the air hose. It was shining up like a new penny and slowly resurecting to being the hog catcher I remembered. However, being a perfectionist, I just couldn't leave well enough alone.
Two screws. That's it. How hard could it be to get to the inside of this thing and clean it up right......from the inside out? Sometimes you do things I guess just because, just because you have to know if you can I guess. I slowly unscrewed the screws and delicately removed the side cover to reveal the insides. I was right. It needed cleaned and regreased. So I lightly applied the contact cleaner and the grease, and just as I was about to put it back together, my phone rang. Now I don't have just any ringtone. I have the siren ringtone. That phone rang and I jumped and parts of that reel went everywhere! There were springs and plates and springs in the middle of the plates went sailing into the air. All in the same motion, I made my way to the 55 gallon trash can and deposited my "good" idea. The rest I swept up with the broom and disposed of it as well.
So I guess what you're wondering is what could have been so important that a phone call was necessary at a time like this. It was just one of those times where I sat and worked as Ralphy with his Secret Decoder Pen. What could have been more important than that? I have my wife registered in my phone as "Queen" so that it reminds me to be civil in times like these. I know, I know, but the name works and has gotten me out of trouble a few times from being gone too much or spending a little more than I should have on other "good" ideas.
"Yes honey," I answered while holding the wreckage in my hands.
"Hey baby," she replied. "I was just bored and wanted to see what you were doing."
Bored! Can you believe it....bored. I was giving a eulogy to a lost companion over boredom! I recited allot of things on May 6, 1995, but there were a few secrets that I think the preacher left out! Valuble information....would have been valuble information.