Do you love big bluegill?
Okay, so you remember that truck of mine. Well, the weld made on the clutch arm broke this morning on the way to work. It was a crappy weld, anyway.
Make a mental note, folks - crappy welds do not hold up.
Not a block from my house, I depressed the clutch and it went, "POP. That sickening pedal-to-the-floor thump came next and there I was, no shift - no nuttin'. Dang!
Luckily, I got the thing back in gear using the synchro and was able to putt-putt it back to the house in 2nd gear.
Well alright that isnt soooo bad . . . I know what is wrong and what it will take to fix it. No worries.
Gotta get to work, anyway, so I hop in Lori's car and take off.
Upon arrival I'm informed were having a meeting at 0900 - unannounced and all hands mandatory. No information but that.
Uh-oh, that aint good.
Such meetings are either really good news or really bad news. Like a midnight phone call, odds are against the former.
It turns out that we are being sold. The corporate big-wigs have decided that our facility's products as a whole no longer "fit their portfolio." So by this time next year, most of us can expect to be gone, working for someone else, or whatever. There is hope, of course, as we still don't know what is planned. And the department I'm in is the sole process they are keeping on for awhile.
But it is sucky news any way you shake it - - especially when your truck is broke and you'd rather be fishing. Dang, again!