New campaigners...
Aug. 21st, 2008 03:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpUsually, people participating in incoming and outgoing campaigns pass by each other at the airport without actually interacting (past a wave through the window of the bus, perhaps) because the two groups are physically segregated (outbound folks wait in the terminal building; new arrivals pass through the customs shack just off the runway onto the bus). As it turns out, on this trip, both campaigns are departing and arriving in two batches, so last night, the holdover part of the Inmarsat campaign rubbed shoulders with the advance part of the Nimiq campaign.
Soon after quitting building 92A-50 for the last time during this campaign, I handed my radio over to my "replacement," an interpreter named Boris, who remembered me from the time he worked at the Moscow Mission Control Center for our former common employer. He's a pretty multitalented guy, speaks French in addition to English, translates Chinese poetry on the side, and is said to play a musical instrument. My actual replacement, in terms of our current common client, is Olga F., whom I have worked with many times in the past.
It is just short of 4 am. I've been up since shortly after 3 am, kept awake, I suppose, by the anticipation of my upcoming trip to Moscow,where I wil visit my mother-in-law, and my subsequent flight home. That and - to a certain extent - a nagging feeling that perhaps I wasn't as careful as I had thought about what files I kept on my 8-GB flash drive - which has gone missing.
Earlier in the day, yesterday, I was told that the drive had been seen in the office downstairs, but when I went to look, there was no drive there, which depressed me. When I later found out that there had been a drive in the office, that it looked a lot like mine, and that it had been recovered by its owner, my spirits actually lifted, as the spectre of someone having misappropriated my drive was not pleasant to contemplate. Folks on these campaigns are almost fanatically respectful of each others' things.
There is one last place I can call to see if, somehow, the device fell out of my computer bag during launch night/morning, but folks around here are generally pretty proactive about returning misplaced and lost items, so I'm not terribly encouraged by my prospects. Still, it's worth a try.
Cheers...
Soon after quitting building 92A-50 for the last time during this campaign, I handed my radio over to my "replacement," an interpreter named Boris, who remembered me from the time he worked at the Moscow Mission Control Center for our former common employer. He's a pretty multitalented guy, speaks French in addition to English, translates Chinese poetry on the side, and is said to play a musical instrument. My actual replacement, in terms of our current common client, is Olga F., whom I have worked with many times in the past.
It is just short of 4 am. I've been up since shortly after 3 am, kept awake, I suppose, by the anticipation of my upcoming trip to Moscow,where I wil visit my mother-in-law, and my subsequent flight home. That and - to a certain extent - a nagging feeling that perhaps I wasn't as careful as I had thought about what files I kept on my 8-GB flash drive - which has gone missing.
Earlier in the day, yesterday, I was told that the drive had been seen in the office downstairs, but when I went to look, there was no drive there, which depressed me. When I later found out that there had been a drive in the office, that it looked a lot like mine, and that it had been recovered by its owner, my spirits actually lifted, as the spectre of someone having misappropriated my drive was not pleasant to contemplate. Folks on these campaigns are almost fanatically respectful of each others' things.
There is one last place I can call to see if, somehow, the device fell out of my computer bag during launch night/morning, but folks around here are generally pretty proactive about returning misplaced and lost items, so I'm not terribly encouraged by my prospects. Still, it's worth a try.
Cheers...
