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Be careful whatcha ask for, bub...
Feb. 23rd, 2004 08:02 pmI approached this morning's session at the client's office with the trepidation of the goat being staked out for the tiger hunt. Myself, I prefer working the NASA job, which is the stuff I know best and the area of my greatest expertise.
So, about 5 minutes after finally getting my password reset at the client's office (something worth its own little rant), I find myself the proud possessor of a work authorization to hie myself across the street to an EVA training session and take over for an ailing colleague.
Sort of.
The session isn't EVA training, it's a discussion of EVA training. A difference evocative of Twain's distinction between lightning and the lightning bug. EVA training is, relatively speaking, easy. Discussions of same are most decidedly not.
After that meeting, the parties agreed to meet again at a certain place and time. I managed somehow to write down the wrong place (but the correct time, which turned me into a very Worried Party when nobody showed up at my location). Things got sorted out, however, and JSC is, after all, a small place.
After that meeting, we all attended a high-level ISS status meeting as observers. I got to do whisper simultaneous, which is the oral equivalent of juggling a bunch of hoops in the middle of a tear gas cloud while someone directs a 20th Century Fox style floodlight into your eyes. Did I mention it ain't easy?
Finally, we all split up only to meet at the so called "neutral buoyancy laboratory," which is the facility that houses one of the world's largest swimming pools, used to work out and train for EVAs, or "space walks" as they are more commonly known.
The only good thing about the NBL is that the road that used to dead end there now goes all the way to the Genoa-Red Bluff Road, which is (relatively speaking) traffic free and gives one a straight shot to the beltway and home.
I've been doing a rush job since coming home, using only the screen of the VAIO for much of that time, since the printer on Natalie's machine was not enabled for sharing and doing the enabling required admin priveleges (which I, naturally, did not have). The printing problem has since been solved, and I've actually sent off the translation (seeing as how I got a call from New York asking for the translation file ASAP, which I was happy to do, as this is an excellent client).
Howsomeeverwhichway, I do need to start on the translation that I was supposed to start tonight (and which I must finish tomorrow, no kidding around). I sure would like to get 2000 source words down tonight, but I won't get that accomplished if I keep on jawing here.
Cheers...
So, about 5 minutes after finally getting my password reset at the client's office (something worth its own little rant), I find myself the proud possessor of a work authorization to hie myself across the street to an EVA training session and take over for an ailing colleague.
Sort of.
The session isn't EVA training, it's a discussion of EVA training. A difference evocative of Twain's distinction between lightning and the lightning bug. EVA training is, relatively speaking, easy. Discussions of same are most decidedly not.
After that meeting, the parties agreed to meet again at a certain place and time. I managed somehow to write down the wrong place (but the correct time, which turned me into a very Worried Party when nobody showed up at my location). Things got sorted out, however, and JSC is, after all, a small place.
After that meeting, we all attended a high-level ISS status meeting as observers. I got to do whisper simultaneous, which is the oral equivalent of juggling a bunch of hoops in the middle of a tear gas cloud while someone directs a 20th Century Fox style floodlight into your eyes. Did I mention it ain't easy?
Finally, we all split up only to meet at the so called "neutral buoyancy laboratory," which is the facility that houses one of the world's largest swimming pools, used to work out and train for EVAs, or "space walks" as they are more commonly known.
The only good thing about the NBL is that the road that used to dead end there now goes all the way to the Genoa-Red Bluff Road, which is (relatively speaking) traffic free and gives one a straight shot to the beltway and home.
I've been doing a rush job since coming home, using only the screen of the VAIO for much of that time, since the printer on Natalie's machine was not enabled for sharing and doing the enabling required admin priveleges (which I, naturally, did not have). The printing problem has since been solved, and I've actually sent off the translation (seeing as how I got a call from New York asking for the translation file ASAP, which I was happy to do, as this is an excellent client).
Howsomeeverwhichway, I do need to start on the translation that I was supposed to start tonight (and which I must finish tomorrow, no kidding around). I sure would like to get 2000 source words down tonight, but I won't get that accomplished if I keep on jawing here.
Cheers...
