Day XLVlII

Rocket scientist & eggheads

     Of course the answer to everything was yes. The comm room was the link for all communications on the base, with other bases, including D.C. All kinds of important stuff came through there. It got so bad, the captain had to be told of  the situation, and at some point he, and the colonel showed up. The old man was pissed, he never ever showed his face in the place.

     All the experts, programmers, electricians were there, and they assumed that everybody had done the simple things. So they didn’t bother going over any of it. They were all over the computers, and couldn’t find what was wrong. I was getting tired, we had been up all night, and had to come back again at six for the evening shift. We worked three 12 hour days, and three 12 hour nights with one day off in between for nine days, then we got three days off. It was around nine in the morning, and we were still there. We were also hungry, and the mess hall would soon close for breakfast. The brass of course didn’t give a shit about that or any of it, all they wanted was to fix the problem, and we had to wait until it got done.

     Sometime after nine, I walked to the back, I looked at all the wires there, then I leaned over, and picked up an unplugged wire.

     “Hey sergeant Hacker,” I whispered: “Isn’t this wire supposed to be plugged in somewa?”

     I didn’t realized it, but captain Wise was right next to him, and he did a very slow turn, raised his eyebrows, looked at me, and…

     “What did you saiiiiieeeE airman?!”

    I showed him the wire, and he called one of  the maintenance guys over.

     “What do you think of this?”

     “Holiiiiieee E shit!”

     He quickly plugged it in…it turned out that one of consuls wasn’t plugged in, and somehow none of those rocket scientist, or eggheads had bothered to make sure everything was wired.