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azurelunatic) wrote2003-08-06 07:37 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-08-06 07:37 pm
Subtle warning signs that should have told me BJ was a cockhead:
When BJ claimed to know more about telephones than I did, that should have warned me.
We'd just moved to AZ, and we were trying to get things organized. Somehow, there was shuffling about of telephones. There were two phone lines in that house, and it was the standard RJ-11 jacks and cords -- and then my one funky single-pair cord.
Now, I've worked with telephones for a long, long time. When I was five or so (I think), FatherSir brought home an old rotary phone; this was just after the switchover from pulse to tone in our area.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swallowtayle and I got to dissect it. We didn't do much with it except take it apart, but I took it apart and drew incredibly detailed (for my age) pictures of the inner workings on the three-sheet carbon papers FatherSir had thoughtfully given us. I recall that doing this was an accomplishment that was made much of.
Later, I got to handle most of the phone-organizing in the house, running lines here and there, as FatherSir hadn't wired the house very well for telephone. And I got to troubleshoot the installation of my own second line (when it became apparent that one phone line for two adults, two teenagers, and a computer was just not cutting it, especially as the adults had activities, organizations, and bands, and the teens had activities and friends). It seemed that FatherSir had never hooked up the second pair of wires to the main jack in the bathroom, and I was the one who pointed out that it was pretty pointless to have the phone plugged in if the signal wasn't even getting there; it was working just fine from the main box at the shop, thanks much. So I knew which pair the signal for a secondary line went on, and I knew that you only needed one pair for a line.
I can't even remember BJ's line of bullshit, but I knew it was bullshit, because I'd supervised phone activities for so long. I kept trying to tell him, but he kept brushing me off, because he knew more about this stuff than I did, even though it was evident to me that he was wrong, and furthermore, if he'd been right, then his way would have been working.
He was a cockhead, pure and simple.
We'd just moved to AZ, and we were trying to get things organized. Somehow, there was shuffling about of telephones. There were two phone lines in that house, and it was the standard RJ-11 jacks and cords -- and then my one funky single-pair cord.
Now, I've worked with telephones for a long, long time. When I was five or so (I think), FatherSir brought home an old rotary phone; this was just after the switchover from pulse to tone in our area.
swallowtayle and I got to dissect it. We didn't do much with it except take it apart, but I took it apart and drew incredibly detailed (for my age) pictures of the inner workings on the three-sheet carbon papers FatherSir had thoughtfully given us. I recall that doing this was an accomplishment that was made much of. Later, I got to handle most of the phone-organizing in the house, running lines here and there, as FatherSir hadn't wired the house very well for telephone. And I got to troubleshoot the installation of my own second line (when it became apparent that one phone line for two adults, two teenagers, and a computer was just not cutting it, especially as the adults had activities, organizations, and bands, and the teens had activities and friends). It seemed that FatherSir had never hooked up the second pair of wires to the main jack in the bathroom, and I was the one who pointed out that it was pretty pointless to have the phone plugged in if the signal wasn't even getting there; it was working just fine from the main box at the shop, thanks much. So I knew which pair the signal for a secondary line went on, and I knew that you only needed one pair for a line.
I can't even remember BJ's line of bullshit, but I knew it was bullshit, because I'd supervised phone activities for so long. I kept trying to tell him, but he kept brushing me off, because he knew more about this stuff than I did, even though it was evident to me that he was wrong, and furthermore, if he'd been right, then his way would have been working.
He was a cockhead, pure and simple.
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Especially when what he was doing was not working, and what I was doing was.