Reading zen's journal

Let's see, where are we...my 40th birthday was alright, never made it to Providence, like I'd wanted though. I did take the day off from work...for principle. I actually love my job, and get paid decent money--which I need lol; so it wasn't an easy decision.
I've been working here since March of this year, after leaving the auto center, after 3 yrs there. After a very short "courtship," I got hired here as The equiptment repair tech/building maint guy; a job I am, it seems, uniquely qualified to perform.
My company produces photographic prints of classes (dance, schools, et al), which our roving packs of photographers have captured into the "cameras".
The "cameras" are actually digital capture systems, complete with a tablet pc, bar-code scanner, cf card reader, and slr-type camera body. All is enclosed in a metal case.
Inside these metal cases is, of course, the expectant spaghetti of wires that come with all computing systems. However, in our case, the cam orientation gets changed, so that that it can get shot wide, or long. That means the camera, and all wires attached to it also pivot and swivel. This of course means that all the wires have to be secured in such a way that they will allow for some travel. And since, by their nature, the capture systems are mean to go traveling all-over with the photographers, whom are oft less-than-careful, I have to look at them from the mindset that it's being used as, oh I dunno, as a battering ram. Everything has to be bolted down tight, and sealed up.
All this expensive photography equipment has to keep going, and
with a minimum of downtime. I also have to keep track of all the serial nos, on the equipment, and keep an updated log of when everything is due for periodic maintenance.
Lots of paperwork, and organization gets my job two-thirds done. The other third is the actual work itself.

One of the first things I did, perhaps one of the more fun jobs, was to review my predecessor's work notes, emails, and logs; in addition to his personal data on the computer.
As far as the work logs, What a waste of space these things are. I've actually printed-up a few of the more laughable of these pieces of fiction. I printed a few and showed one of my supervisors. He asked me not to spread it around too much. Apparently it's demoralizing knowing you had a slug working there for a year and a half, and didn't fire him till he actually stole something.

Well, there's more I'll have to share about work, but it's 4:20pm, now, and I have to start getting ready to leave.
Which also includes posting this...

Once Fred Neitszche declared God is Dead, f*ck became the most important word in the English languag