There is a project going on at Eleven Mile and Woodward in which crews are widening the road, or making it less bumpy, and they ran into a problem in which the six-inch gas main is higher than it ought to be and, by digging down to level the road, they exposed it in all its yellow plastic glory.
I was out on that job earlier in the week and we were supposed to dig underneath the gas main so that we could lower it for them. Well, we started to do just that and then we ran into a problem: the gas main is lying about two inches above an MCI fiber optic conduit. **gasp** So, yeah, we wouldn't be able to lower it, seeing as how crashing through a fiber optic conduit, severing cables, would probably cost about five million dollars (give or take a million or two) to repair. So, we stopped a few days ago and left it in the engineers' hands.
Today, instead of relocating it, which would have been nigh impossible--engineering-decision made--we headed back out there to lay some rock shield over the main. Listen: that consists of unrolling about twenty feet of rock shield, a hard plastic membrane that is used to cover the main to protect it from the rocks that the road crews use to level the road, and laying said rock shield over the main. (And hoping that nothing bad happens, like big-assed tractors scraping the main, blowing natural gas sky-high.) The rest of the day, we sat there and watched the road crew get load after load (double-semi-trailer-sized) of rock. Our primary purpose was to be on-site should anything untoward happen.
In fact, the road crew didn't even get to the area of the exposed main before it was time to head back into the shop.
So...total time worked: twenty minutes.
The rest of the day was spent sitting, watching the rock truck traverse back and forth about seven times with loads (the last time, I saw the driver look over at us and shake his head) and eating lunch (I had a foot-long Tuna on Wheat--with all the fixin's--from Subway) and shooting the shit, laughing our asses off at some of the characters we have here in this company.
So, no. Today was not a tough day at work. Some days I--we--bust my--our--ass(es) and some days are relatively easy. Today was a friggin' joke. But! We get paid either way. And handsomely, at that.
I'll chalk this one up as a freebie. =o)