Work was work. We found a problem in the new build. I'm still testing in the lab to try to narrow the trigger and the cause, but the build with all the other fixes precedes this one and is clean. So it could be worse. Had a slightly less-scattered day than the others, but, I also got to work on fewer things that sounded fun, so it's sort of a tradeoff. One of our people got us the wrong setting data for their site, months ago. Now they need to update it. (Actually, there's no "wrong" - but the two systems need the same settings and they told us the other settings wrong, or didn't tell the other people, or something.)
They want our system to be the one to change. Is fine; I sent them instructions on how to do so. It is not deeply complex, just nuisance-level. Nifty nuisance, however.
Anyway, the really interesting parts of my day were before and after work. After work, I met dad at Home Depot and he helped with the hauling back of shelves. (Thanks, Dad!) We found that the six-foot unit, in its box (it comes disassembled, so no, I don't have it up yet...probably not till this weekend soonest, maybe next week when I am on call and can't do as much out of the house anyway), it is just long enough NOT to let his truck close while it is in there. And we both stared at it like this is a problem for a couple before it occurred: it is MUCH narrower than the truck bed, and easily fits set at an angle...even if we get the other three all at once, they'll stack.
So all things considered, that went very much painlessly. If the assembly is as kind to me, I will be very pleased...but somehow I doubt it will be quite as good. ;)
On the way to work, I think I prevented an accident (that would have involved me and probably 4-5 other vehicles...). On the freeway, 65 zone but no one was doing more than 55 by this point (too much traffic, and the semi trucks are restricted to 55 anyway). There was a semi truck to my right. The car in front of him was (keeping in mind that I was back by the back end of the truck and am not that great at distance estimates, so may be off) maybe 3 carlengths up from the truck, and 3 behind the car in front of
them. (This guy had just cut over a few moments before, into what was already too little lead-space, really.) The car in front of me was about a car-length past the front of the truck at
most (looked like half of one to me, but see the disclaimer) and I was just coming even with the rear of the truck (my side mirror to its bumper, I think).
And the guy in front of me put his right turn-signal on. My eyes got
very big but, even while I was staring, reflex had my brakes on.
( If you don't know why, or you are just curious about my rant about driving around semis, click through, please. )Anyway, I think his turn signal flashed maybe 2-3 times before he was completely in front of the truck, very little warning and he may have been too close to the truck for the signal to be easily visible given the height differentials and short distances.
He went in right under the front bumper (probably a car-length out, actually) as best I could see, and the trucker braked. He must have been loaded - he didn't slow very quickly, but I could see the trailer shift and the change in motion as he eased up on the break to keep from losing it - there was a notable point there where the cab shifted one way and the trailer the other, but only
just enough that I could see it at all, not a real loss of control.
He got it under control, and I think he must have looked left about then and seen the hole I'd opened (and that, blessedly, no one in the left lane had pulled into). It wasn't much of a hole yet since I
had been doing 55 or a bit better, as was the guy ahead of me - the middle lane had opened up a bit. So braking is good but I hadn't opened a ton. It was enough for him to recognize that it was open, though.
This is good, and I know it, because at this point one of the cars ahead of him hit the heavy traffic that
always develops at the merge-point where the 205 traffic comes in, especially in the right lane, that bears the brunt of the merge. And a chain-reaction brake came back (we were still well back from the exit, but having driven in that lane thoughtlessly many times, I'm quite confident where it came from). Meaning the
IDIOT in front of the truck had to break.
Fortunately, since so many idiots had cut over in front of the truck (okay, only two) and I had dropped back, he was able to pull over into the center lane - and he didn't have a lot of room to make that call in, but he did it (I was afraid he might not because I wasn't sure he could tell I was far enough back - but he was coming into the lane as my hand was reaching for the light controls to flash my lights for him, so I didn't bother - and I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me to do that when he was first cut off, to signal, except that I think I was afraid to take my hands off the steering wheel just then).
Which gave him the lovely stretch of open lane to slow down in properly.