I had thought of that myself (see my musings here) but that was predicated on the expectation that the seats were identical. In most vehicles, the left and right seats are the same but for some external parts that can usually be swapped side-for-side without too much effort.
Like all vehicles with a drive shaft running down the middle of the chassis, the Jeep has a tunnel in the middle of the floor. But when they designed the thing they also needed room for the transfer case, and they built in a rather sizable bulge for it so it could be tucked up nice and close to the floor. The seats were designed to fit around it--and Jeep did such a good job of that I wasn't even aware the bulge was there until I pulled the driver's seat out.
...but in the process, they made the seats side-specific.
The outboard side is basically straight up and down; the outboard track is mounted essentially straight down from the top of the seat. But the inboard track is mounted perhaps six or eight inches in from the side, and the frame is angled to fit the contour of the floor. If I tried mounting the passenger seat in the driver's space--even using the driver's side seat rails--about a quarter of it would want to be outside the cabin, which is of course impossible.
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This is, for me, a rare weekend off. Both days, no work. Hooray!
Our precinct apparently wasn't the only one that was suffering from near-Sisyphean workloads. I may not explain, really, the what and why and how, but I recently read some comments to an announced change in how labor hours are figured, and realized it's not just us.
I cannot comment further without violating the company's information policy, but I'm glad that hours are coming back.
"But doofus," you say, "you just said you have the weekend off! WTF? If hours are coming back, WTF?"
This past week, I was scheduled four days, totaling about 25 hours. Oddly enough I was given Saturday off, and when I saw that, I requested that I not be scheduled for work Sunday and Monday--Monday because it's my birthday, and Sunday, because if I had Saturday off I could have a nice little vacation. Whee!
It means hours for this week are a little short, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make, because I really need to stay away from that place for a little while. The bad period is coming to an end, so I want a little time to recharge and relax.
Seems reasonable to me.
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Yesterday I grilled sausages: polish for Mrs. Fungus, bratwurst for me.
The bratwurst came from the downstairs freezer, and they'd been in there for a while--long enough that I'd completely forgotten about them. I don't know how long they were in there, but they spent at least all of 2013 in the deep freeze. Yeah.
I defrosted them, and simmered them in beer, and grilled them, and they tasted fine, so it's all good. Bratwurst on a Marconi's roll with mustard, onion, and sauerkraut--yeah. Esp. with a side of potato salad, and maybe cole slaw.
This leads me to think about how I didn't like sauerkraut until I was older, and I'm not sure why. Then again, our tastes change as we age; when I was a wee tyke I liked sweet pickles, but by the time I hit puberty I couldn't stand them. These days, I can sit down with a plate of sausage and sauerkraut and be as happy as my Dad once was.
In any case, the grill still needs that repair I've been talking about for a couple of years now--the drip shield, or whatever it is--and I still haven't done anything about it. Well, that's a project for another day.
Right now it's sunny and in the sixties, and the grass needs to be cut. It's a thrill a minute!