Here’s a poem passed along to colleagues by Rick Sawyer of 25-Seven Systems. He lists it as “author unknown”; if a reader knows the provenance, please let us know so we may credit the author.
Christmas Eve For Engineers
Twas the night before Christmas and I had finally gotten home
When my wife met me at the door and handed me the phone.
“It’s that darn remote control thing” she said in great dismay
Which doesn’t call simply to say Happy Holiday.
So while my children were hanging the stockings by the chimney with care
I’m preoccupied trying to get the transmitter back on the air.
“ON filaments, ON plate, NO output? You stupid ____”
“Recycle, RESET, Overload? I’m fixen —-!!”
Regaining my composure to notice my Daughter’s staring face
Asking “Daddy – do you HAVE to go to that transmitter place??”
“Yes Honey,” I said “But it won’t be for long”
Hoping deep down inside that I wasn’t wrong.
So out I trudged into the cold winter’s night
To the world’s most remote tower site.
Driving past all the houses, lit up with holiday glee
Feeling sorry for myself — and asking why me ??
But as I got closer my heart was feeling some lighter
when all of a sudden — I started hearing the EXCITER!
“Power Supply”! I thought … “surely it’s not the final”
My heart’s racing now, anticipating arrival.
With schematic after schematic dancing in my head
“what if the plate transformer’s shorted dead”??
Throwing open the gate and running into the shack
I start to tackle the problem and race around to the back
Where much to my amazement, what did I see ??
A half open back door — apparently not shut — BY ME !!
As I return to my cottage after a night so tiring,
I’m wondering if perhaps McDonald’s is hiring !
Then I think “What a profession — I could never leave”
After all, I’ve got maintenance scheduled for NEW YEAR’S EVE !!