Lange. A long time now I have spared you, but now is ready luschtig and I'll post something something.
The content of today's scribbling is hope for you something to smile about ...
My "Happy Day" this morning - as indicated already in the metro station its potential to be great at something - apart from the normal Ringer terror and stand-up stress to develop.
I stand in line at the two ticket machines to buy myself again a league tickets for the daily ghost train, go for something waiting finally for the first machine and start my roll and click-trail through the cumbersome user menu of the Paris PT.
The last section - the payment by an inserted credit card - but the first attempt fails. This is nothing unusual in French machines, but since we all pebbles through the menu's again to start completely from scratch but it sucks stop already.
Half asleep, so I do the drill for the second time, try my second credit card, and also is denied. Fies.
So a bit irritated for the third time's rolled by the Menu:
Roll roll. "Buy ticket" option. Roll-roll. "Ile-de-France" option. Roll-roll. "Buy ticket" option. Roll-roll. "Destination Selection" option. Roll-roll. Through the alphabet for "R". Roll-roll. "Rougemont Chanteloup. Roll-roll. "Single or multiple ticket counting machines?" Roll-roll. "One or two bundles of 10?" Roll-roll. Click. "Please insert credit card." Done!
Now I'm standing there, looking in my wallet after the third and last card, the kindly jammed, and while I would force them out of the machine, he decides I've now watched long enough, and turns back to zero.
As in the ladders.
have I hated as a child.
But I have to work, so the whole game again, the whole ladder, and then try again with this fourth payment with an unrecognized card to tumble to the start.
Toll.
I sit angry after a few steps to see how much change is still there, and from the corner of my eye I looked like a Metro employee left a sign attached to my machine: "Hors Service" - out of service ...
Oh, my cards go then, but the machine is gone? Wow, I've still got a chance! So the second flight have been a machine, and this was repeated.
And I mean exactly repeated until the last card. Again, this does not work, I roll me one last time by an ATM and pay eventually with some real money, and am already looking forward to the phone to Cornecard to ask if there is a problem with my cards.
The trip to the lab then runs relatively smoothly, but when I arrive I am greeted by my colleague Pierre with a joyful message: "beep Marcüss The cryostat of the robot!"
Ah great! During my application I've run over night has passed the oil cooler! Hm, maybe something out alternated with the flow in the lines out of order?
I hurry to the robot platform and consult the status display of the cryostat.
O-oh, I have a baaad feeling about this ...
"Cryostat stopped: Low pressure!" - This can only mean one thing: the cryogenic expired!
In fact, I behold in the tub the robot a pool with enough silicone oil to me to have to rub half a lifetime. * A Dream-seuftz *
Where was I? Oh yes, cryostat!
apparently has deep dissolved in the night a hose to one of the reactor modules (no, not the one I had replaced) and the cryo pumped brave 1.5 minutes of oil in the pan before that not so much pressure felt since and he even stopped.
Thus went off debugging, using the telephone and to schedule the repair. Not too tragic thing - we should always replace parts with new ones, so grad a good opportunity to do everything at a time when the next parts Weeks to arrive in Paris.
Until then, however, the device must be clean, and I would force my arms so perhaps by the hands of children appropriate gaps to about two liters rauszuholen oil with paper and sponges. Are nice bruises!
The mood among the people here is good, the team accepts the little mishap with a typical French "Boff, which is holding before me, quoi."
Oh, a bright spot for lunch! I had my badge for the canteen invite fresh, and lo and behold, already the first card worked right away! So it is not broke, the plastic money.
I joked while eating then (admittedly provocative) around, the next problem today that I finally hinschmeisse the pimple and go home.
tilts Five minutes later my neighbor accidentally my coffee cup and only thanks to my frayed nerves, I had to save enough reaction to me with a bold leap from the spray area. After the mess I got dressed up but then a little soup, caffeine, and looked optimistically towards the afternoon.
No, I'm home, of course, only after the official closing time, and I believed almost assured after the ticket machines at the station then another card has accepted (extra've tried a different one).
was first to upgrade the trial in the metro, I again caught up with my Happy Day - but I fear my adventure was just a no brainer against someone else: the side track was by assault rifle-soldiers and gendarmes reinforced blocked, while the fire and the ambulance tried to save one from the Metro carriages toppled passenger. Also, on our track was provisionally expected therefore no train.
With a queasy feeling I dug me out of the crowd, then went containing the last two kilometers on foot, and then finally came safely home.
I made me behind the refrigerator to enjoy my last purchased finished salad.
Bwäh! Terrible this stuff! Simply not edible!
I the evil mush aside and ask me now whether I should I throw together with the last relics in the refrigerator for a toast.
Should I dare? We explode the toaster? What will be??
Oh, Happy Day ...
Epiolog: Do not worry, I also have survived and now I am happy to flatten a few abreaction Vrykull! But I hope the poor guy in the metro'm fine ... Best wishes, therefore to him!
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