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Rah! Rah! "Sim"-boom-bah!
Feb. 4th, 2002 09:08 pmIt's been a lo-o-o-ong day.
Getting a pass for the car was no big deal this morning, and just as I thought the guards at the JSC gate seemed less than on-the-bounce when it came to eyeing my new pass, I got to the second checkpoint, where they give the car a once-over and check your badge.
To add icing to the cake, my badge - which hadn't been run through a scanner on site for a couple of months - did what it was supposed to do and got me into the Inner Sanctum of Building 30.
Rah!
At first, things were a little confusing, as I didn't know where to sit, what loops to listen to, or who I would be interpreting for. That became clear soon. Basically, anything said on any of the space-to-ground loops I was to render in the "other" language.
Rah!
The work was not too strenuous, and probably the hardest part was figuring out when I could take a break to go hit the snack machine or the bathroom. In the end, though, a massive telemetry blackout signaled (to me) an early end to the sim, as such events are never part of a sim scenario and are always due to a problem with the simulators.
Sim-boom-bah!
I get to do this again tomorrow, albeit not at the crack of dawn.
* * * Forgotten in passing in these last several posts was the loss of my left contact lens the other night. On Saturday, on the way to Lee's before the movie, I did something with my eye (don't know exactly, but I blinked hard and rubbed my eye, I think) that caused my lens to come out. Fortunately, my pursuit of monovision intentionally leaves my left lens out of my eye normally, but it would have been nice to have in place for the night drive and for the movie.
* * * Yesterday, while taking Lee home, we ran by a party where her boyfriend was hanging out so she could pick up the apartment key. Afterwards, we went to a burger place for dinner, complete with the Super Bowl yammering out of about a dozen different monitors and one large-screen television at one end of the dining hall. By the time we left, the score was 3-0 somewhere in the second quarter.
When we got home, I dutifully waited in the parking lot until Lee was safely in the apartment before taking off. Good thing. It turns out her boyfriend gave her the wrong key. She called him, but he said he couldn't come home quite yet, as he had drunk several beers. He did, however, have the presence of mind to suggest that she call the after-hours number of the complex's office; they might be able to help. Upon calling the owner's representative, she was given the phone of a local locksmith who might - for a small king's ransom - be persuaded to come and unlock the door for her.
Horse puckey, and other epithets.
We got back in the car and drove back to the party. She got another key (the right one, I hoped) and we drove back to the apartment. My only consolation in all of this was that, during the time Lee was talking to her boyfriend on the cell, somebody (the Pats, I guess) scored and he missed the play. (I'm sure that must've hurt terribly, but don't get me started.)
Cheers...
Getting a pass for the car was no big deal this morning, and just as I thought the guards at the JSC gate seemed less than on-the-bounce when it came to eyeing my new pass, I got to the second checkpoint, where they give the car a once-over and check your badge.
To add icing to the cake, my badge - which hadn't been run through a scanner on site for a couple of months - did what it was supposed to do and got me into the Inner Sanctum of Building 30.
Rah!
At first, things were a little confusing, as I didn't know where to sit, what loops to listen to, or who I would be interpreting for. That became clear soon. Basically, anything said on any of the space-to-ground loops I was to render in the "other" language.
Rah!
The work was not too strenuous, and probably the hardest part was figuring out when I could take a break to go hit the snack machine or the bathroom. In the end, though, a massive telemetry blackout signaled (to me) an early end to the sim, as such events are never part of a sim scenario and are always due to a problem with the simulators.
Sim-boom-bah!
I get to do this again tomorrow, albeit not at the crack of dawn.
When we got home, I dutifully waited in the parking lot until Lee was safely in the apartment before taking off. Good thing. It turns out her boyfriend gave her the wrong key. She called him, but he said he couldn't come home quite yet, as he had drunk several beers. He did, however, have the presence of mind to suggest that she call the after-hours number of the complex's office; they might be able to help. Upon calling the owner's representative, she was given the phone of a local locksmith who might - for a small king's ransom - be persuaded to come and unlock the door for her.
Horse puckey, and other epithets.
We got back in the car and drove back to the party. She got another key (the right one, I hoped) and we drove back to the apartment. My only consolation in all of this was that, during the time Lee was talking to her boyfriend on the cell, somebody (the Pats, I guess) scored and he missed the play. (I'm sure that must've hurt terribly, but don't get me started.)
Cheers...
