Today was the same ol’ same. Same crap different place. But tomorrow promises a far more rosier stress level rather than these previous days. A far better condition for my pits. The sweating days are probably coming to an end. Probably. I’m not getting hopes up yet in fear of having my hopes shot down like a villain in a movie. So I’ll continue my mecha build tonight. 1 month after I paused all efforts due to incompetent sand nigger engineers.
Single digits left on the calendar. To be precise I have 9 days left in this torture device. I have been going back home late and tired. Plus with fatigue and famished, my clothes reeks of dead human souls. Mine. The only thing to do is like always, suck it up and be a man. 9 days damnit. 9 days. 9 frickin days. My hands might suffer, but my brain is still inside my skull.
Day 4 outstation Penang. It’s good to be alive. The site today was nice. But I am now on my way home. The only thing is I’m driving 1 o’clock in the morning driving the Hilux at reasonable speeds. Waiting at home is work.
Day 3 outstation Penang. We finally broke something probably very expensive. It all happened when we were doing some wiring on a watergate. The company engineer and my workmate were testing a electric motor that lifted the water gate. The motor turned some gears, the gears turns a shaft and that shaft turns the cables so that the gate goes up or down. So basically the gate was stuck in muck or mud that was residing at the bottom of the river and we(they) tried to force the thing up. Guess who won? The suction power did. It overcame the turning capability of a hand welded shaft. The shaft lost big time with a bang. And I mean a bigass bang. I was watching the ruined right shaft being torn apart when the left shaft decided to give me a big big big big fright by sound. It did not crack. It did not shatter but it was torn apart by shear force. Good news, I’m going home tomorrow night.
Day 3 outstation Penang. I am wet. AGAIN. This has to stop one day. It will in 16 days. The rain came when we were on top of a watergate. We thought it was a normal light sprinkle of rain. It proved the opposite when we had to rush down the spiral stairs in the heavy rain while carrying equipment in hand. Running towards the safety of the Hilux which was our safe haven from the torrential rain which pounded us for more than 30 minutes. A gift from God, a blessing for many, but with my pants looking like some three year old who’s wet his pants while skydiving, I couldn’t have a more miserable evening weather. And yeah, it’s bloody Thursday and I am still here.
Day 2 outstation Penang. Bad news all around. I’m not going back on Thursday but probably on Friday. The only good news today that I am at my Penang home and I have a hot shower and air conditioning. Work on the other hand would be hot and greasy as usual. Though today was a little bit less killing we still had to move around Seberang Perai to work. Tomorrow will test my endurance because I’m gonna work my bones off my body lifting, wiring and also doing menial labour. Tomorrow new site, new things to curse at.
Day 1 outstation Penang. Weeee… It’s that time again! My suffering and torture pictured in a single image. I am back on the bloody call of the dead and pathetic. Basically I’m back in Penang outstationing or whatever the word is. The schedule showed that I would be stationed here for nearly a week but I have learned to not have even the slightest expectation of any comfort or early release. Well I do still have 18 days till I finish this tormented ritual of hard labour and being treated like a piece of blank paper. Well on Monday I received news and I don’t know how to treat it as either bad or good news. My final year project was selected to be presented at a conference. I expect the conference to be small but hell it’s been a while since I have powered up that thing. The thing is the date of the conference would coincide with the week that I have to send my internship report. So I have to prepare every pitiful bone of mine to face the onslaught of presenting in front of p
robably a hall of engineers who know loads of shit more than me. But it’s not that what scares me the most. What I’m scared of is time or the lack of it. Imagine, I finish my internship on Saturday the 20th so on the same day I have to drive back home to Ipoh to pick up my project and rush back to KL then prepare it to be fully functioning by the 22nd and the proceed to the conference on the 23rd and 24th. All at the same time doing my internship report because I need to submit it that week. Did I mention that Friday the 26th is a public holiday? So I am basically screwed for the whole week from the 20th to 26th. Well I did choose to do this. I did it my way. Screw everything!!! IT IS MY LAST HURRAH. I SHALL BE RESOLVED IN COMPLETING THIS TASK!!!
