Trammin' off (the wire...)

" That's great, it starts with an earthquake,
birds and snakes, an aeroplane,
Lenny Bruce is not afraid..."
-REM, it's the end of the world (as we know it)

Ok, so today I had a charter tram, with a mate for his dad's 50th. Was heaps of fun, I got to laugh at idiots on the road, and hang out with some people I like, and I got to go for a spin of 369, the Adelaide H-car. Went without a hitch, didn't stack the panto into the shed (that's suck so fucking hard), got cleaned up, and then went to shunt 35 into the shed after everyone bar my mate had gone.
And I fucking forgot to change the pole to turn around.
So I speared on a carbon skid into the depot yard. FKN NICE WORK!
Well, it was pretty decent really, lost the tram lights, made a fuckload of noise, broke the retriever rope, but not the span wires fortunately, and in my panic killed the substation, which the restaurant tram needed to run. Ouchies!
But it wasn't quite the end of the world. Got the power back on in a few minutes; got the trolley pole down, and managed to untangle the loose rope from the overhead; and nothing was destroyed, apart from a snapped rope.
However, I don't think trams are ready to run wireless somehow.
Note to self: when it's dark out, make FUCKING SURE you really have turned the poles, double check. Maybe even triple check.

Oh well. Another oops! Hopefully I won't cop too much shit for it...

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Well, the charter for my mate's dad went well, and had lots of fun. Oh, and Squiddy, I told you that I look awesome in that uniform!