David F. Eisan wrote:
One of the parts I like about my job is that I get to visit high school
[snip of woe]

When your contraption ceases to operate and you decide to operate and
you remove a few screws and you hear one of the most dreaded sounds in
the universe (clink, sprong, rattle, etc.), your sphincter clenches and
will not be assuaged by any number of bad words. Beer. Back to the
fray. Finish removing the cover and catch all of one of the now loose
parts in your hand. As you say, there is no readable parts diagram for
this piece. Beer. Make first attempt at reassembly. Beer. Second
attempt. Bad words. Beer. Call manufacturer. "If you read the
instructions, you wouldn't have ****ed with it. We're not responsible."

"No ****. You're not responsible." Third attempt. Beer. Supper. TV.
Bed. Darkness and dawning, the second day. Fourth attempt. Getting
better at this. Allllllmmmooost there. Clink. Damn. Kick. Another
bit falls to the floor. Sweep, find the piece, AND, hallelujah, the
first piece that fell. Good omen. Stand, hit head, curse, beer.

Lunch. Fifth time is a charm. Button it all up, plug it in, and turn
it on. Yeesssssssssss. Nothing. Sigh. Oh well at least now I can
take it in without too much embarrassment. Celebratory beer.

mahalo,
jo4hn