Mostly free...
Jul. 13th, 2006 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI had the afternoon duty yesterday, and today, the schedule calls for me to go in an work in the evening, from 7 pm to midnight. However, if last night was any indication, the level of support required from the late evening shift today might well be ratcheted down a notch, to "on call," or to nothing at all, because of two factors: first, it would appear that some part of the French team is planning on going to the Luna Club to help welcome Bastille Day, and second, the customer is apparently arranging a social event. Of course, both factors depend on one overarching concern - the schedule - which remains intact, as far as I can tell.
Now, it may appear to the casual reader of my tappings that these launch campaigns consist of nothing but parties, poker nights, and trips to the Luna, just as one might get the impression, from watching NASA videos, that astronauts spend all their time on orbit creating floating drops of liquid in the middle of their habitable volume and then consuming said drops like sharks, closing with them with mouths agape. The truth, of course, is that aside from brief popular-science-level forays into the shallows of the technical ocean associated with such a project, the rest seems pretty routine, although - again turning to NASA for the well-worn phrase - there's nothing "routine" about it.
In any event, campaign social events are less so for interpreters, who are called upon to interpret for management, and also for the rank and file who, once the fine words are pronounced from the head table, want to share a glass and a story with the foreigner across the table.
But now, I'm waxing semi-philosophical, perhaps cloyingly so. This would hence appear to be a cue to haul my butt out of my room and go do some exercise.
Cheers...
Now, it may appear to the casual reader of my tappings that these launch campaigns consist of nothing but parties, poker nights, and trips to the Luna, just as one might get the impression, from watching NASA videos, that astronauts spend all their time on orbit creating floating drops of liquid in the middle of their habitable volume and then consuming said drops like sharks, closing with them with mouths agape. The truth, of course, is that aside from brief popular-science-level forays into the shallows of the technical ocean associated with such a project, the rest seems pretty routine, although - again turning to NASA for the well-worn phrase - there's nothing "routine" about it.
In any event, campaign social events are less so for interpreters, who are called upon to interpret for management, and also for the rank and file who, once the fine words are pronounced from the head table, want to share a glass and a story with the foreigner across the table.
But now, I'm waxing semi-philosophical, perhaps cloyingly so. This would hence appear to be a cue to haul my butt out of my room and go do some exercise.
Cheers...
