Were you expecting him? I had Jimmy Buffett show up one day completely unexpectedly at one of my college internships.
We found out about a week before he came. There was a bit of grumbling because we had to get our demos into a demoable state and distracted work from our OTHER demo which was more important, research futurewise.
There may be a chance Al Gore is coming in the coming weeks. I will squee much more over that than Paul Simon.
The real estate commission showed up without notice to check out our escrow account when none of the big wigs were in the office or reachable by cell phone. I gave the guy everything he needed, and he spent maybe 20 minutes in our office. They later sent us a letter stating our account met all of the commission’s standards.
As I told the Big Wigs later “You owe me, and you owe me effing big time.”
For me, probably when a very highly-publicized case I’d been heavily involved in for a couple of years was thrown out because our attorneys were finally able to show the judge that the prosecution had been doing some very inappropriate things to try to win the case. A very, very happy day.
The parts depot called me and asked if I could come spend the day with them. I asked why and they told me they had a crate (4’ X 6’ X 4’) full of airbags that needed to be disposed of, and could I deploy them?
Could I? Not only yes, but HELL YES.
So I spent the better part of a day getting in touch with my inner pyromanic.
Did you know that if placed upside down, an airbag will go 2 stories in the air when deployed?
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I was at a VW diesel enthusiast meeting at a VW dealership once. The mechanic there hosting us told us that they’d had a couple of folks working for them doing exactly what you were doing because the airbags can’t be shipped until they’ve been deployed. They would remove the entire steering column, then deploy the airbag face down and watch 'em fly.
Apparently, their aiming technique was less-than-perfect, however, and one of the airborne columns came down – hard – on the roof of a customer’s previously undamaged vehicle. We were told that after those two lost their jobs, a slightly more stringent process for airbag deployment went into effect.
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I’d have to say the coolest day was the first time I held a magazine in my hands with one of my articles in it. Or maybe it was the day I got the check for it. I’ll have to think about that…
Strangely, my first published book wasn’t nearly as much of a rush as that very first magazine article back when I was getting started.
I thought my BB King story was pretty cool, but you totally beat me. envies
Although seeing an obit that I wrote and my name in the newspaper was kind of nifty.
~Tasha
In the Navy putting out an engine room fire was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
A really cool day was after we got a pneumatic shear and jaws. (Later I saw with a volunteer Fire Department they were Jaws of Life equipment.) The crypto-tech guys had a bunch of electronic circuit boards that needed to be destroyed and jettisoned. I spent a wonderful morning destroying zillions of dollars of taxpayer bought electronics and throwing it into the Persian Gulf.
While we were doing this on the flight deck, a couple of A-4’s were doing fly-bys so the guys in CIC could practice aiming and manning the CWIS units. Once the pilots knew they had an audience they started showing off. Seeing these guys hot dog a few hundred feet above us, upside down or barrel rolling was a blast. A free air show above my head.
A free air show and destroying shit. A cool day.
Got picked up at the airport and driven the the dealership. Keys tossed to me for a brand new ride, just out of the crate, fresly serviced. Rode to the hotel to check in. Desk girl hit on me. Told her I would be back around 9pm. Asked her to be available.
Rode off to dinner. Ate like a king. Company paid for it. Went back to the hotel and hooked up with the desk girl. Penis ensued, in the hot-tub. She bailed. Went to the hotel bar. Drank like a fish, getting drinks bought for me, and buying for the crowd (all company paid anyway). Last call. Asked the cute bartender lady what she was doing after work. She replied “Banging you”.
And I got paid for that shit! Overtime, because it was a WEEKEND!
Retirement sucks! :smack:
At this job? 3, actually:
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The Halloween after we moved to our current building and had our first basement haunted house. The dry ice set off the fire alarm, which caused our first building evacuation (try running up the stairs while 8 1/2 months pregnant, wearing a witch costume). The fire dept. showed up soon afterward, and after the commotion died down, a bunch of us female employees got to watch a firefighter strip out of his turnout suit in the front of the engine
The haunted house later resumed, sans dry ice. -
Christmas 2 years ago, when our supervisor drove 8 of us in her van, and wouldn’t tell us where. We ended up at a golf resort/conference center with a fancy restaurant, where we did our gift exchange and were treated to the best buffet lunch I’ve ever tasted.
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The retirement luncheon we organized for an older, beloved employee. We (the people who worked directly with her) rented a banquet room at a fancy Eastside restaurant, and dropped some major cash, but it turned out great. She even treated all 8 or 10 of us to drinks afterward. We didn’t make it back to the office till 3:30.
The Newsweek photo shoot was great fun.
But nothing beats IPO day.
When I was a Mine Geologist, we had to go into a disused section of our mine with a view to re-opening. This was 40 y.o. workings, a kilo, maybe kilo-five underground? Flooded in parts, weird funguses growing on the old wood props, cave-ins, still air - what a blast. Most of the newer workings were “trackless”, so the air was often heavy with the diesel fumes of the transport. Not so in the abandoned workings. Day starts at 4 a.m. The very last raise (passage) we go into, around 2pm (after slogging through waist-deep water for half an hour), the end wall has sheared away, and on the other side is downfaulted Ventersdorp Lava that’s had secondary pyritisation all the way up the wall. The fall must have been very recent (maybe the previous week’s 'quake) because the entire wall was studded with bright, shiny pyrite cubes, like a dream of Midas. I think we were all silent in awe. Then we came topside for cold cider and spit-braaied lamb at sunset. Perfect day.
I still have a small chunk of that mineralised lava on my windowsill. It always makes me smile.
My brother does photo shoots for womens fashion mags.
One day I got to go see the ladies in-the-flesh.
Not so much cool as bloody hot
6 hour nap on the sofa at time-and-a-half.
Somewhere in my first week as Cartographer for County Gov in a beautiful Rocky Mountain community, my boss said - “Why don’t you just go grab a County Jeep and drive around for the day. Get to know it.”
[sub]this is gonna be[/sub]GREAT
I was an engineer working at DaimlerChrysler on the Grand Cherokee, and they had a lottery for the Jeep engineers to go to a Jeep Jamboree. I didn’t win the lottery, but my friend Michele did, and 1 day before they left someone canceled, so I got to go. They even loaned us a development Wrangler to take on the trails (it got a bit beaten up). It was so much fun and I got reimbursed for the travel and everything.
I work in a restaurant. One day, I’m standing in the kitchen with my boss, and he’s drinking something pink out of a 2 oz. portion cup. I ask what it is. Instead of replying, he takes another cup, pours, and hands it to me. It was then that I realized that when one is standing in a kitchen doing shots of strawberry tequila with one’s boss, one has a pretty awesome job.
I got a call at work that the governor of my state wanted to see me, in his office, today. I went there and he offered me a job on his staff.
I am s-o-o-o wanting to know which Dairyland that is! (for more than one reason) Enjoy your new job! I hope they know that they have a walking encyclopedia!
Our Governor lives five minutes away. Let me know if you are ever “sent on a mission” out to the boonies!