Once upon a midnight dreary,
Launch 3 procured, weak and weary,
While I worked hard, sorting and scrapping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my warehouse door.
“It’s a recycler,” I mumbled, “Pickup of eWaste—
Only this and nothing more.”
But as I rapidly marched over by the main dock,
I suddenly realized it was nearly 12 o’clock.
With no truck in sight, only RET cables by the door,
I thought “Perhaps the tower climbers and nothing more”.
I returned to my desk to sell more Ericsson equipment,
But suddenly I faced another puzzling predicament.
For once again I heard a knocking,
perhaps some inventory for restocking,
And as I dubiously walked to the warehouse door,
I saw only Alcatel-Lucent parts lying on the floor,
I said “Perhaps a delivery, only this and nothing more.”
And as I walked back again I couldn’t help but shout,
The phone service was gone and the power went out.
But the thing about Launch 3, we always take action,
Whether cell site services, repair, or a product transaction.
With power supplies, networking gear, and a hard working crew,
Electronics were restored and not a thing was askew.
It unquestionably became a frightening October night
As the dark evening gave way to the warm morning light.
Yet again a loud banging occurred at the door,
But I expected the results I had gotten before.
This time a truck was there ready for equipment,
I was relieved to be making a Powerwave shipment.
As the driver pulled away and I stood by the door,
I couldn’t help thinking, “It was all in my head, only this and nothing more.”