Friday, December 23, 2005 ~ 09:54 a.m.
This morning we all received this email from our branch manager:
Get whatever you need to finished this morning - THEN LEAVE!!
We've all worked hard this year, take some time to spend your families and friends.
Remember what is really important.
How cool is that? Yeah, my company kicks ass. I'd share more about how kick-ass QORE is right now, but I'm pretty sure I'd get someone in trouble. So, I'll just say that I'm glad I work here and leave it at that.
On another happy note, Todd is coming home today!!!! I'm picking him from the Nashville airport at 4:30. As for the rest of the day, it's totally screwed, because all I'm doing is counting down until I leave Huntsville. Bah, time must move faster!
Definitely a Trend
Thursday, December 15, 2005 ~ 04:18 p.m.
I have a co-worker (we'll call him J) with whom I spend a large portion of time in the field. He's a good worker. In fact, my supervisor is lobbying to bring him into our department. It may come down to the head of CMT and the head of Environmental having a duel in the field beside our office. So, I'd like to think that both of us are considered assets separately.
However, the two of us combined have the worst luck in the world. Here is a short list of our most recent casualties:
$6,300 of damage to a company truck
one $2,000 core drill
one smashed thumb (his)
one badly bruised arm (mine)
one $500 water pump
one $400 water level indicator
Call it karma, call it crappy luck. I call it The Curse. It's not that we're destructive or careless. More often than not, it's completely out of our control. It's just that when we're together, Bad Things happen.
It's become a sort of company joke these days. We still do a lot of work together, often times with a third person in tow. These poor souls are just as terrified of The Curse as our accounting department. We haven't done extensive testing to determine just how far our influence extends, but no one feels very safe in our presence. See, it's good for a lot of laughs, unless you're the poor bastard in the line of fire.
Our branch manager actually told me yesterday that in our last health and safety evaluation, The Curse was the first thing the regional manager picked up on. I think I'm going to start wearing a T-shirt with the words "IT'S NOT MY FAULT" printed in large red letters across the front and back. I'll get one for J too, just so there's no doubt.
BMP inspections tomorrow. Last time, we were T-boned by some old guy who ran the light at Jordan and 565 (see "damage to company truck" above). Where, oh where, will tomorrow take us?
Wore slap out
Wednesday, December 14, 2005 ~ 05:31 p.m.
Sampling Blitz 2005 is here. Four sites, 81 wells, 180 samples, and at least 5 days of non-stop work. Things have been a bit insane here lately, what with all the rain and everyone's projects coming due for the ADEM. Still, I like being busy more than being bored, so it's all good.
Tonight I'm planning on mixing up my first-ever batch of my mom's awesome sugar cookies (assuming I can stay awake). The dough has to sit overnight, but hopefully I'll get to bake some tomorrow before I head over to Jessica's. She's having a movie night, and homemade cookies would probably be welcome.
Friday, December 9, 2005 ~ 09:54 a.m.
Tonight Todd and I are heading to Atlanta so he can spend his birthday weekend with Connor, Sydney, and his mom. Then we're driving up to Nashville and crashing at my parents house, so he can hop on a plane to Pasadena at 6:45 Monday morning. He'll be back for my sister's wedding reception on the 17th, then he goes back to California until I pick him up in Nashville on the 23rd.
It's safe to assume that I have nothing flattering to say about the Army Corps at this time.
Friday, December 2, 2005 ~ 11:52 a.m.
While browsing one of my favorite blogs this morning, I was introduced to a new thingy from Google that lets a group of people post their locations on one of Google's nifty maps. It's totally useless, and I will probably have forgotten all about it in a few months, but for today it is the height of cool.
So now, I ask you, my faithful readers, to go forth and locate yourselves. That goes for you lurkers and for anyone who just happens to drop in, too. Don't worry, it's by zip code, so I can't track you down and come to your house.