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Sniffly Monday...
Oct. 16th, 2006 06:22 pmIt is probably good that I was scheduled as the on-call interpreter today, because I suspect I am in the throes of some kind of allergic reaction to something in the air. That, or coming down with a cold, but as my condition has not worsened since morning, I suspect it's the former.
I worked on personal stuff in my on-call time, with the exception of a stint helping the French team check out the fiber optics lines going out to the pad complex. The KBOM folks (who run things at the pad) get progressively more - I don't know how to call it - bureaucratized? rigid? strict about rules? with each passing campaign.
Today, for example, our names had to be checked against a list of people that had been compiled and submitted well in advance, and the technicians were asked whether they intended to leave their equipment in the vault, i.e., the room beneath and to the side of the pad itself where an set of interface equipment racks are scheduled for installation next week. Fortunately, our answer resulted in no undue delay, but I wonder what would have happened if I had taken up Viktor's offer to send someone else instead of me to provide interpretation support.
The fiber optics check is generally a quick job, and it was today as well. Most of the time involved in this activity took place on the drive to and from the pad complex (though our driver tried real hard to make that not so). I took care of some additional stuff after returning from the pad, but mostly I've tried to take it easy.
I'm reading Philip Roth's The Plot Against America, an alternate historical novel that - so far - revolves around life in a Jewish family in Newark, New Jersey, in an America where Charles Lindbergh wins the Presidency in 1940 and obsequeously concludes nonagression agreements with Hitler and the Japanese Empire, thus keeping the United States out of the Second World War.
I think I'll go downstairs and have dinner and take it easy afterward, as well.
Cheers...
I worked on personal stuff in my on-call time, with the exception of a stint helping the French team check out the fiber optics lines going out to the pad complex. The KBOM folks (who run things at the pad) get progressively more - I don't know how to call it - bureaucratized? rigid? strict about rules? with each passing campaign.
Today, for example, our names had to be checked against a list of people that had been compiled and submitted well in advance, and the technicians were asked whether they intended to leave their equipment in the vault, i.e., the room beneath and to the side of the pad itself where an set of interface equipment racks are scheduled for installation next week. Fortunately, our answer resulted in no undue delay, but I wonder what would have happened if I had taken up Viktor's offer to send someone else instead of me to provide interpretation support.
The fiber optics check is generally a quick job, and it was today as well. Most of the time involved in this activity took place on the drive to and from the pad complex (though our driver tried real hard to make that not so). I took care of some additional stuff after returning from the pad, but mostly I've tried to take it easy.
I'm reading Philip Roth's The Plot Against America, an alternate historical novel that - so far - revolves around life in a Jewish family in Newark, New Jersey, in an America where Charles Lindbergh wins the Presidency in 1940 and obsequeously concludes nonagression agreements with Hitler and the Japanese Empire, thus keeping the United States out of the Second World War.
I think I'll go downstairs and have dinner and take it easy afterward, as well.
Cheers...
