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Another day at work...
Nov. 25th, 2008 10:31 pmThe freelance assignment I've been working on "between times" went out the wire today, after which I got ready to go in for an afternoon of support in Hall 101, where the first phase of integration is to occur. There, starting early Thursday morning, the spacecraft will arrive from the propellant loading room and be mated to a delicate-looking conical structure known as the "adapter system," which links the satellite to the Breeze-M upper stage.
Today, an electrical specialist was checking the electrical continuity of wires between the control room and the payload adapter. Everything went well. After returning upstairs, I was tagged to translate a document from English to Russian, with said decision being based on some fine distinctions drawn in the export control regulations. (Hint: I am a US citizen.)
Over dinner, our lonely group (the French were preparing for a carouse in town, most likely at the Luna) kept the conversational ball going by talking about favorite films in various genres. Not terribly surprisingly, a couple of our group aren't very much into films; indeed, I find myself increasingly unable to sit through a film when it is shown on television. (There are exceptions, as happened during the NCIS marathon on the night before I left for the campaign, but episodes of a television series are not the same as a full-length feature film.)
The question came up: "What film represents your secret shame?" The idea being to elicit the name of a film that you really like but whose name you would normally be ashamed or embarrassed to reveal to others. It's an intriguing question, but by its very nature, not one that is likely to get a frank answer. I found myself at a loss to come up with a name (and the subject changed before my turn came to name a film), and I still can't think of one, although since dinner, I really haven't tried, either.
I've been tagged with more duty in Hall 101 tomorrow morning starting at 7 am. I should probably get to sleep.
Cheers...
Today, an electrical specialist was checking the electrical continuity of wires between the control room and the payload adapter. Everything went well. After returning upstairs, I was tagged to translate a document from English to Russian, with said decision being based on some fine distinctions drawn in the export control regulations. (Hint: I am a US citizen.)
Over dinner, our lonely group (the French were preparing for a carouse in town, most likely at the Luna) kept the conversational ball going by talking about favorite films in various genres. Not terribly surprisingly, a couple of our group aren't very much into films; indeed, I find myself increasingly unable to sit through a film when it is shown on television. (There are exceptions, as happened during the NCIS marathon on the night before I left for the campaign, but episodes of a television series are not the same as a full-length feature film.)
The question came up: "What film represents your secret shame?" The idea being to elicit the name of a film that you really like but whose name you would normally be ashamed or embarrassed to reveal to others. It's an intriguing question, but by its very nature, not one that is likely to get a frank answer. I found myself at a loss to come up with a name (and the subject changed before my turn came to name a film), and I still can't think of one, although since dinner, I really haven't tried, either.
I've been tagged with more duty in Hall 101 tomorrow morning starting at 7 am. I should probably get to sleep.
Cheers...
