So the transformer was fixed as far as I was concerned, but I needed to wait, to give it time to fail and to wait for Fred, my boss, to come back with the car in which he had brought me down. He had gone off to some ‘important meetings’ nearby.
So I just sat in the chair they had provided and watched them.
A well co-ordinated team, as they sang … “When the swallows come back to Capistrano.” Then more and more.
“Right, we’re going to turn it off now. It always fails on restart.” The boss said.
Neville Hunt 8 months ago
Hoe nice to work for an optimist!