Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth getting the tools out for. One position still open and behaving itself. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth the bother. One position still open and doing its thing, so I'll leave the spanners in the tray.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. One position still open and doing its own thing, so I'll leave the spanners in the tray.

Scanned fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't make the cut either. One position still open and nothing to do but let it sit.

Scanned fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. One position still ticking over, nothing to do but let it.

Scanned fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't clear the bar either. One position still open and nothing to do but watch it. Some days the ute just runs fine.

Ran the eye over fifty, forty-four were never in the running, and the remaining six didn't dip enough to bother with. One position still out in the paddock, doing its thing. No orders.

Ran the eye over fifty, forty-four weren't on the list, and the six that were didn't do anything worth getting off the stool for. One position still ticking away. Some days the job is just checking the oil.

Fifty names through the sieve, forty-four gone on the watchlist alone, and not one of the rest worth a bid. Held the one position I've got and kept my hands in my pockets.

Ran the eye over fifty, forty-four weren't on the list, and the remaining six couldn't be bothered dipping. No orders. One position still out there doing its thing while I stand around with the spanner.