Thirty years ago today, I was hired for my very first engineering job - Mechanical Engineer, GS-7, to work in the tool and equipment branch of Plant Engineering. I spent the better part of 6 years designing fixtures, transport devices, safety devices, and assorted tooling, until we had a re-org and I became an aerospace structural engineer. But it started on Dec 3, 1985 in Jacksonville, FL. Let’s fling some confetti, just because!!
Dr. refused to give me Botox today because I was 10 minutes late. I have always been on time or early and have waited up to an hour to see him. So that was a tad irritating.
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Repent, Harlequin! Said the Ticktockman…seems we’re getting closer and closer to it.
{{{sunny}}} There are times I regret having been a life-long batchelor, never having a loving family…and then… Hope the last portion of the week will go a little bit better.
FCM, I began as a GS-5, 17 August 1981, at Ft. Benjamin Harrison, Indiana. I’m planning to get out just short of 35 years, partly for the reasons you are frustrated now; not enough work to keep me interested.
The rain has stopped, finally, but it’s 35F and suppossed to be below freezing tonight. Oh joy.
plant, I have cruised upon the de Nile, and frankly, it’s filthy.
metal mouse - between 26 years as a civil servant and 11 years in uniform that I shelled out to add to my retirement, I had a shade over 37 years when I threw in the towel in 2011. Occasionally I wish I’d hung in there till I hit 62, but overall, I think I did the right thing at the right time.
Meanwhile, the boss still isn’t here and I have NOTHING TO DO!!! I can’t even take initiative because I have no way of knowing priorities or plans. This is Teh Stoopit!!!
It’s nearly lunch time. Still no boss. I just spent some time playing around with the program creating parts and assembling them, just because I haven’t done that since I finished training. I had to remind myself how to do some stuff.
Still no real work. A different job is sounding better and better. At least it’s almost lunch time. And I have tomorrow off, so there’s that.
Shifted to nightside today so I slept many many hours. It appears I needed it. Time to go reheat some pizza for breakfast.
So there’s an article in the paper about the misbehaving midshipman - he’s still a midshipman. Seriously punished but still in. I never said anything because I felt my time to honorably do so has passed, and in the end the entire event has been an exercise in honor.
A reference to Siegfried, when he brings home a bear some eleven minutes into the first act and frightens Mime. “You are supposed to hunt bears, not bring them home!”
See Dogbutt’s single redeeming feature, that he has heard Der Ring des Nibelungen.
Could be worse. Just concluded the weekly Branch meeting, whereupon we get exposed to all the wisdom dispelled by Division and Directorate levels…yeah, right. It would be tolerable, but my Branch Chief, who is a nice guy and ex-USAF COL, cannot run a meeting to save his life and we spend 90 minutes on a project that should take us 40 tops. I use the time to calculate my retirement…
OK, time for Mountain Dew (caffine fix), maybe that’ll help my mood.