Happy Hour

"IF A LIFETIME CAN BE LIKENED TO A DAY, THEN THIS IS HAPPY HOUR!"
BUCK PENNINGTON

Mother, Mother Ocean

Mother, Mother Ocean, I've heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam
In your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred year's too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

Yoda

"Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is."
―Yoda, to Luke Skywalker

Counted the Stars

Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
We used to be so happy once upon a time
Once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
And the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line


""SOME SEE A GLASS AS HALF FULL, SOME SEE IT AS HALF EMPTY, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO’S DRINKING MY RUM."
Rumbear

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Thinking. Possibilities?

Got an email at work today. It was from a guy I worked with at Herzog on the ballast trains. The are fully staffed but he would keep it in mind and be in touch.
A few weeks ago, my Production Supervisor, pulled a faux pas of sorts in his manners and bearing. Or more specifically lack of both. One hitch wonder that has 25 years of civil service now. No leadership skills, whatsoever, none, nada.
I sent my old friend a note then. I said that the civil service was a let down and not what it is cracked up to be. And if there was a chance, I would go back out on the ballast trains. And I finished with the phrase, Dead Serious. Hmmmmm? Possibilities. Changes other than having my name on a jet. I am not overly impressed with where I work. It does pay the bills and launching and recovering airplanes is fun for the most part. But the railroad in the blood is hard to get rid of. I miss it. Seriously.
Some would say that at my age, I should be happy where I am. The road kept me alive.
The crew chief thing is a good gig, for the most part. I do have to do things that I have no background in. Such as engines, liquid breathing oxygen and the like. And I am not able to do things I know how to do due to the organizational structure of the Air Force.
I am an airframes system mechanic. Hydraulics and Pneumatics being the primary background. The job was advertised as a pneudraulics mechanic. Not even close when I got here.
So, the proverbial horns of a dilemma.
And I am not getting any younger, either.

3 comments:

Buck said...

Sometimes we have to do what we must in order to keep body and soul together. It's a rare man indeed who follows his dreams. Just sayin'.

MUD said...

It is a rare job indeed that meets all our needs and desires. I always looked at the job I do during the day as the way I paid for the things I want and enjoy doing. Civil Service is not the cause of your boss being stupid. There are stupid bosses in every line of work. Is this really your life's work or just the road on the journey of life? The joy will start when you retire and get to enjoy life. Your time's a coming.
MUD

Barco Sin Vela II said...

Are you working in an W/C 300 kinda situation? I had a good time doing that, way back in the 80's.

I think I wouldn't mind working on the railroad, sounds impossible to get hired.

Trust me, I'm not too keen working in insurance, either.

I will not go down and tell my children I didn't have the courage, the conviction, the commitment or the character to fight for this country...Don't go home and let your children down~~ LTC Allen West

Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus

‎"Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.("Therefore, he who desires peace, let him prepare for war")" from "Epitoma Rei Militaris," by Vegetius (Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus)