The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Introductions, part V: Don't Say We Never Warned You.« on: December 12, 2015, 11:57:52 pm »
I haven't been checking the introductions, so I'll just address this generally:
One day, I shall make the news feed. Then they'll see. Then they'll all see! Mwahahahaha!!!!
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So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air. Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another. The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.
My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling. His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.
My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.
I am in charge of - among many other things - life support. LIFE SUPPORT. Scotty, my scabby arse!
I changed my mind. There is a heaven.
Who has two thumbs and got his dream job?
I've been having a great time. Hardly got any work done today.
I am a sucker.
Charged all by himself.
How the hell does a person get chili burns all over their face?