Time out for a tranny

I was just dreaming that I was taking more ASEs, or some form of highly regulated automotive testing. I was in a room with rows of 4x8 folding tables, which were laden with all kinds of testing materials: scantrons, No. 2 pencils and stacks of uniquely numbered paper tests and test booklets. 

Right as the test was about to begin, and we were receiving our final instructions on what to do with what test booklet, I had the sudden need to leave the building and re-park an Odyssey minivan with transmission issues that was being worked on by one of my co-workers and myself. Besides needing a tranny replacement, it also had a problem with the fuel tank door switch. **

**  Behind the fuel door, there is a little switch that has a wire harness which goes to the sliding door control unit. The switch input tells the car when the fuel door is open. If it is open, or if the switch doesn't work, then the power sliding door is disabled, so that the door can't open and damage the fuel door. See diagram above.

I was working against the clock, trying to get the door switch swapped out before my co-worker came back and provided me with another car to work on. This was becoming a bit of a hacked repair job. Honda protocols would have you replacing the entire wire harness, rather than doing a cut and splice job, but, oh well, we were in a hurry. Using a set of dykes, rather than the appropriate wire strippers, I got the wires cut and stripped and was waiting for the new switch to be delivered to me.

I had to leave the van there and go and re-park yet another Odyssey, also with transmission issues. The levels of "gotta do this before you can finish that and get back to the other" were stacking up. It was looking very doubtful that I'd be getting back to my test any time soon, although I still had every intention of doing so. I knew that I possessed the skills to complete all these little individual tasks and still make it back in time to finish the test. 

It was as if time was moving at normal speed for me and the rest of the world, but the people in the building taking the test were moving within a much slower timeframe. Like some Matrixy ninja mechanic, I seemed to possess the ability to freeze time locally, in a stop action still shot, through which I could navigate freely. I'd be up and back before the first pencil hit the first scantron.

That's about it. I woke  up, having only gotten 4 hours of sleep. I really gotta work on my real life time-freezing skills, so I can get all my nightly routines done in timely fashion and get to bed at a decent hour. This 4 AM bullshit is really wearing me out.