Phone starts ringing........
"Hello, App------ ---------, Ian speaking."
"Ian, it's J---, how are you..."
"Good J---, but I would rather be somewhere else"
"
Well, that's why I'm calling. I've got this little project I want you to do."
As soon as they say 'little project', I start to worry......
"What is it J---?"
"We need 17 rockets made, in 4 weeks. The largest is only 3 metres high. They have to be EXACT replicas of the ones launched up at
Woomera."
"J---. are these for the remodeling of the
Heritage Centre?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Because I spent most of my life there as a kid, and keep in contact with people up there. I was up there the other week, and the centre was closed for remodeling, which they knew for AGES, was going to happen, and NOW they want rockets?"
My mind casts back to the books that Len Beadell wrote, on how the boffins were always disorganized, and expected overnight miracles.
So, I look at my calendar for he next month, and see that I have got a six day trip penciled in, up to
the painted desert.....
"Sorry J---, just got a huge order come in 2 days ago, going to have to work 24/7 just to make a dent in it......."
17 Replica rockets.......... in 4 weeks...........
You can bet if you get ONE little detail wrong, some self styled rocket aficionado, will make your life hell........
I've already left my stamp on
Woomera........ no need to cement it........
Wolfie