...in horseshoes and hand grenades.
Today was the day that the dialtone for the CEV (mentioned in the March 19th entry) should be live. Accessing MLT (Mechanized Line Testing) on my laptop I find that the dialtone is good to go and I have an open out about 7,000 feet from the C.O.. Call on the customer (office is about 200 yards from mine) and get the location of the CEV and the cable and pair they want the dialtone on and meet with Otis, the installer tech who is working in that CEV. The service order showed it north of Rosecrans, the reality is south of Rosecrans. The feeder cable north was the 134, the feeder south is the 143 cable.
Go back the the shop and work the first four disconnect orders I have on my workload. Roll out to the CEV, say "hi" to Otis and let him know I'm off to the C.O. to swing cross-connect to the new F1 (feeder cable.)
Arrive at the C.O., ask the frame attendent if she would swing my order to the new F1. "Got paper?" she growls. "I'll get it. I have a tech in the CEV and I want to verify before he leaves, if you don't mind" delivered with my best heart-melting smile. Worked fine. Of course I had to also give her my name, SCBUID, contact telephone, and the deed to the ranch with the implication that if I did not get the paper to match she would put the jumpers back and come after me to dance on my corpse. I call the Line Assignment Center to get the assignments changed. Call the number to test it and Otis (you remember Otis, the Tech in the CEV) answers the 'phone. I close the order and dispatch on my next four disconnect orders.
Posted by at March 21, 2003 04:01 PM