So yeah, we went to Connecticut. The start was a bit depressing. My boss, how should I put this politely... is a maximalist xD. He needs everything to be perfect. From early morning we were preparing the car, which sounds a bit too grand... We just threw in a big board, plastic wrap, tape, blankets, and styrofoam... sounds a bit too modest. Anyway, the point is that this whole process took about 3 hours instead of 20 minutes... sounds a bit too crazy.
After a very difficult packing session, we finally set off. Destination – Bridgeport. Our route was mainly along highways, but we also managed to catch the industrial zone of the Bronx. The industry there is very heavy :)))). By the way, the New York Times printing plant is located there. Upon entering Connecticut, we passed through some town, I don't remember the name, but it looks a lot like our 3rd Zarechny microdistrict – a bunch of high-rises packed together and a lot of Russians xDDD. Many streets are named after Indian tribes.
Bridgeport. The entire population is blacker than the blackest black of infinity. We arrived quite quickly at the warehouse where we were supposed to be handed our machine. Inside, there was a huge space completely filled with copiers. I've never seen so many copiers in one place. I've never seen such a large single place with copiers. We were asked to confirm the order in the office on the second floor. Going up the stairs, looking out the window, the captain took in the very industrial landscapes and was amazed. At first, we walked into the wrong door, as usual. There was also a huge room there, smaller than the one on the first floor, but still. Lots of machines, tools, and right against the wall stood racks with freshly carved electric guitars, not even painted yet. A custom shop. Well, anyway, we confirmed the order, picked up the copier, loaded it into the car, drove off, and re-loaded it properly xDDD, with all the gear we spent 3 hours collecting, and drove back.
We drove according to the route that Google gave us. You enter the departure address, the final address, and it gives you the shortest route where everything is spelled out – where to turn on the highway, the length of each segment, and the total time. On the way, I gradually realized the full power of Google. Because if it says 'Total travel time 1:42, no traffic', we will drive exactly 1:42. Everything is so honed and precise that it gets scary how powerful their database is. The highways themselves are also impressive. How long did they build all this? When we were driving through the Bronx, there were about 5 of these highways intertwined, and all this in the form of huge elevated bridges. This once again confirms the captain's thought that absolutely everything is thought out here.
When we finally arrived, it was a very harsh test to drag this 100kg machine into the basement, but with a miracle of Russian engineering, we managed. The board turned out to be useful; we used it to slide the machine down the stairs. In those 10 minutes, at least a liter of sweat could be squeezed out of me. The machine is good, the machine works, and apparently, this will be my new workstation, since management doesn't want to put me at the risograph yet.
That's the end of the latest news. Tomorrow I'll go to the post office to complain and find out why my mixer won't fit in the mailbox.
