Boeing Airplane Company
There is a cartoon in the office that I am visiting here in Seattle that has been endlessly mimeographed. How is that for an archaic word that doesn’t even appear in this blog’s spell checker? It chronicles the life of an engineer. Anyway, the cartoon is a ten cell strip, where the drawn stick figure gradually ages, from cell to cell. Each cell is entitled like the following:
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Birth
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Goes to School
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Graduates from College
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Hired by Boeing
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Work
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Work
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Work
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Retires from Boeing
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Old Age
The last cell has no title, but simply quotes the pictured individual with, “Well, that sucked.”
We are testing this week, which is generally a hurry up and wait process. During one of our morning down times I took my minion on a tour of the Museum of Flight. It is across the street from where we are working. He had already toured the inside over the last weekend and it was not yet open in the morning, so we just walked around the outside static displays together. I justify this exercise as mentoring.
It was a long hard day, by the end of it, but we did persevere and were finally triumphant. Timothy begged off dinner with us, he was going to meet a friend who is currently at U of WA. That left Chris and I. Chris wanted to go to this combination sushi and this teppanyaki style Japanese restaurant, think Benihana. I agreed to his suggestion, because his odd luncheon idea had worked out so well, Somalian. It is a post unto itself. I balked at sushi, so teppanyaki it was. This is where eight patrons sit around a big grill and a chef with flashing knives and fire cooks dinner for us all. Except for Chris and I all of the other table patrons were couples in their twenties. Sitting down, I felt like we were going to participate in some sort of Will Ferrell movie. Things worked out well, because I was seated next to some cute young thing, think about six months. I confess dear, I was making eyes at someone else’s baby.
The Volcano