Damn hamsters ate my first attempt at a reply.
No offense taken. If some yahoo that can’t spell told me a tale like this on a message board, I’d like as not be calling bullshit myself.
Yes, I was there and saw the whole thing play out. The company break room had a floor to cieling window that faced the scene, The smokers congregated just outside that window, and this was our entertainment for the couple of weeks that it lasted. If we’d known at the outset was going to last so long I’m sure someone would have started a betting pool. I saw the guy walking around with his dowsing rods because one of the smokers thought it was so funny he told me I needed to have a look.
This was only one of the stories related to J____ (the guy who did the dowsing). These stories were told and retold to new employees, customers, etc. for years after J____ and the owners had thier falling out. So yes, like ULs, they got “polished” over time. I’ve done my best not to embellish.
As entertaining as the whole CF was, we had to feel sorry for the contractor, who was losing his ass. He was stressed, and embarrassed, and anyone with near normal social skills was giving him a lot of space. Not J____ (the dowser guy) though. So most of the details of the story were relayed to me via J____.
The flag in quesion was one of those wires with a 2" square of plastic on it. The contractor had used the hose like a compass and layed out an arc for the backhoe operator to dig along +/- a few feet. These flags ended up on the dirt pile, and J___ appropriated one of them.
I have a pretty good idea why they took so long to check out that spot:
Since J____'s find was beyond that arc, NOBODY thought it could be right, including J____. He just kept insisting that there was “something” at his spot.
And there was J___'s credibility factor:
-As I mentioned, this guy was into ANY crackpot pseudo-science you could name. Homeopathy? check. Cold Fusion? check. Yoga? (not just the stretching, but Chakras and all that) check.
-Personal hygene issues. Not so much infrequent bathing, he used [link=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimethyl_sulfoxide]DMSO[/link] like many women use body lotion, so his breath always had a STRONG stench…smoked oysters with garlic sauce I called it. Instead of doing laundry, he just bought a clothes at the goodwill store, and trashed them when they got ripe …he wasn’t too picky about the fit.
-How to discribe his personality? Manic. As in bipolar without the depressive part. I’ve never met another person even close to this guy’s level of high energy nuttiness.
-The guy’s value was that he came up with like 100 ideas a week for solving problems and or new products. 95% of these were crap, but hey, 5 good ideas a week still has value. To find those ideas you had to listen to all the crap. Because of all the crap, the guy had close to zero credibility. He was a self contained brainstorming session that seemed to operate 24/7. Even some of his bad Ideas got the direction of my thinking changed, leading to a solution.
What I am NOT to clear on is why they finally DID check out J____'s spot. Desperation perhaps?
This incident is remarkable to me because nobody knew where that thing was. The people that thought they knew about where it might be were wrong, but managed to convince the dowser he was wrong.
If any dopers were involved in setting up the early intel fabs (3 and 5?) in Albuquerque, you probably met this guy and will remember him.