I don’t know how it was possible, but my second field season on this project was worse than the first. I went into the field knowing what we were going to do. I had a plan. Too bad I hired techs that made the Gnome look like Einstein. Our first day in the field, my mother and father, who came to visit and see my field site, did more work than my techs. When tech number one arrived, he sat on the couch and stared at the wall while my parents, my crew leader, and I unloaded supplies. Occasionally, we’d ask him to do something, hoping his brain would turn on and he’d start taking some initiative. No such luck. He’d do whatever task we asked him to do then he’d sit back on the couch and stare at the wall. When tech number two arrived, we’d finished unloading, so he sat with tech number one and stared at the wall. Apparently, it was a fascinating wall. Tech number three? Didn’t bother showing up.
And thus began season number two, a season filled with killer Slinkys and wannabe rock stars.
