It’s fall break week here. Mr. RFH burned a great deal of leave when he was sick earlier in the year, so we are staying home. This means that I have had more than the usual amount of time in the lab because other people are taking the holiday, and thankfully, there are fewer meetings.
One of the people in my management chain, whenever she sees me alone in the lab, goes and gets one of the other engineers for me to train. I understand this. I know I am the lone expert operator on too many pieces of equipment, but I’m not a very good mentor or patient with slow learners. I am annoyed with being told to train someone older than me because that seems backwards. I should be training someone to eventually take my place, not someone literally counting down to retirement. I am annoyed with people who don’t know that a lab environment means safety shoes, not cute little strappy sandals, and that fake
claws fingernails are not compatible with clean room gloves. Yes, you have to wear clean room gloves in the clean room. No, I will not make an exception for you. I’m mean that way. I am annoyed with people who have watched me operate the equipment over and over, carefully written down each step, and still manage to screw things up.
So this week I’ve been left to my own devices, and it’s been:
So do I get the attagirl for getting lots of real work done, or do I get the sad trombone for not doing my job as a mentor?
How do you handle that kind of situation in the military, or do you just never develop pockets of expertise lorded over by one cranky engineer?
Huh. I could see this being protocol for an op-check AFTER the transplant…. The Smoking Gun gives us the details.
A female nurse “initiated unsolicited sexual relations, including intercourse” with a hospitalized Illinois man who was awaiting a heart transplant, according to a lawsuit filed Monday
Cantone, whose wife Laura is co-plaintiff in the lawsuit, charges that Shaper “had a propensity to initiate unauthorized physical contact with patients.” The nurse, he added, “had attempted and/or succeeded” in initiating similar contact with other patients in her care.
One has to wonder if this is covered by Obamacare. And where the hell was she when I had to go in for my kidney stone?
I cannot say it surprises me that wife Laura is a co-plaintiff. Sorta gives a new meaning to “bedside manner”, though. I wonder if the VA is hiring?
Mostly. Had a great weekend in Tempe with a bunch of internet friends. Great hotel, and the rain held off just long enough. But man, it was hot and muggy. We had to share the hotel with a collegiate girl’s soccer team. The pool was barely big enough for that.
The Mills Avenue neighborhood right next to the ASU campus was terrific, with lots of fun, food, and refreshing adult beverages.
Now, to try to catch up with the real world, and start writing.
I’ve met more than a few readers of the blog over the years. How many of you have gone to a meet up of internet friends? Did you expect it to be creepy, only to turn out well? Because all of my meet up experiences have been quite good.
Roamy tagged me with this on Facebook. What are ten books that have stayed with you?
The Bible. For my secular friends, I’d encourage you to read it, even if just as a novel. It’s a pretty interesting piece of historical literature. And if the spirit should happen to move you, so much the better.
The American Heritage History of World War II. My folks had just about every American Heritage book from the 60s and 70s. It played a major role in my decision to become a soldier.
The Hunt for Red October. Clancy’s book made my fascination with the platforms of warfare socially acceptable.
The Blueberry Pie Elf. No great influence on me. I just really loved that book as a kid.
Stuart Little- E.B. White is probably better known for Charlotte’s Web, but I always preferred this mousy little book. Mice don’t scare me. Spiders do. And pigs should be made into pork chops and bacon. Every writer should have Strunk & White handy, but if you’ve read much of my work, you know I keep my copy juuuuuuuuust out of reach.
About Face. Hackworth’s book reached me at a time when I had some serious decisions to make, and it helped me make them.
There’s a War to be Won. Geoffery Perret’s excellent history of the US Army in World War II. Think of it as a primer for the layman to understand the campaigns and the people of the war. And it’s a very easy read.
C. B. Colby’s series of children’s books about the military. I read them again and again through my first couple years of elementary. Today the books would be banned in any school, and I would have been medicated and sent to counseling.
The Brotherhood of War by W. E. B. Griffith. Oddly, I read the main body of the works in reverse order. You could hit up just about any platoon in the Army in the late 80s and someone would be reading one of his books.
The Aubrey-Maturin series by Patrick O’Brian. Who doesn’t love the swashbuckling of Lucky Jack, and the cold intrigue of Stephen?
Now… who do I tag with this challenge?
So, we’re heading to PHX this weekend. Purely a social gathering with some fellow bloggers, including about 50% of the active writing staff here. There may be alcohol involved.
We had hoped to produce some quality content to cover the weekend, but to our surprise, our anticipation of getting out of the house and having a social life with real, live meatsacks instead of pixels has us a touch giddy.
We’ve done this sort of thing before, with a couple of different groups of bloggers, many of which actually tend to overlap. A Venn diagram of our online social circle would be fairly complex.
Our first blogger meatup was, oh, 2008 or so. We actually met Ace. And yes, we killed a hobo.* And we still regularly meet with at least one of the persons at that gathering.
Phoenix isn’t a terribly long journey for us, but other attendees for this weekend gig are flying in from around the country. Some we’ve met before, others we’ve known for a decade, but have never met.
You’d think a story of meeting people you’ve only known on the internet would wind up being a murder of the week mystery on cable TV, but in fact, the really weird thing is, having chatted with these friends for years, you simply pick up the conversation where you left off.
*Inside joke for fans of Ace.
Seems the intolerant intellectual fascism of the American Far-Left remains in full flower. Erica Payne, the vulgar uber-“liberal” progressive strumpet whose Agenda Project is yet another conduit for mega-wealthy leftists to disparage anyone who deigns to disagree with them, has decided that the way to combat Paul Ryan’s legal free expression is through vandalism.
Erica Payne, founder and president of the left-wing Agenda Project, is encouraging people to deface the cover of Paul Ryan’s new book, which is hitting shelves today.
Not a new paradigm, to be sure.
Erica Payne provides a representative sample of the extreme prejudice and closed-minded intolerance of a bankrupt intellectual philosophy. Disagreement with the far-left ideology will not only be brutally suppressed, but those who espouse such heresy will be flagged as threats. This should come as a surprise to nobody, not after the machinations of the IRS and other government entities, including the race-mongering Justice Department, now in the sway of the most malignant administration in the history of our Republic.
Time was, books would be burned, instead of merely vandalized. But that probably involves a carbon footprint which will accelerate Global Warming. (No estimate on the environmental impact of burning the homes of Global Warming skeptics.) So the Erica Paynes of the world will have to settle for defacing private property in lieu of providing cogent counter-argument. Which demonstrates just how illiberal those who consider themselves the most “liberal” truly are.
Perhaps instead of the coarsely vulgar slogan adopted to disparage the Tea Party, Ms. Payne’s Agenda Project could find a more appropriate one. Sieg Heil comes to mind.
Okay, I’m not really a fan of Crosby, Stills, and Nash, but if we are going to keep our Second Amendment rights, then we need to teach our kids what that means.
And for Mini-me, that means learning to shoot at summer camp. Do note the eye protection, hearing protection, and boogerhook off the trigger. I like giving liberals the vapors.
I like the zombie target. Nice shootin’.
I’m also proud of her, that when the other girls were screaming about a spider in the cabin, she asked someone to pass her a shoe and smushed it. (Sorry, XBrad, they weren’t allowed flamethrowers.)