(we're all about bandwagons…)
I wonder why The Supremes give out all their decisions at once. So everyone latches onto something superficial about public displays of the Ten Commandments and ignores all the REAL attacks on liberty.
We thought this was a wonderful response to the decision on eminent domain. (Thanks, Nathan.)
Actual Fact: At least a third of all Supreme Court justices have been Freemasons.
Well, I passed the recheck. Now on to finish my CFI and MEL. Considering that I need to fly a complex airplane for a CFI and I need to fly a multi-engine airplane for the MEL, and my flight school has no operating complex or multi-engine aircraft, this could take longer than the week it should.
My CFII recheck-ride is tomorrow at 6:30am. Yick. At least it won’t be hot.
I suppose I’ll pass it eventually.
I’ve not been in a writing mood, but it seems like Joanna’s not going to do it either, so…
So I was supposed to take my oral exam last Thursday morning. Instead it was sprung on me on Wednesday afternoon. Both my instructor and I thought I was well-prepared. After the first question I realized I’d studied for the wrong test. After much studying, my recheck was this afternoon. It was difficult, but not impossible, and I passed. The flight portion of the CFII practical test is tomorrow morning at 8am. I have absolutely no idea what the flight is going to be like. I don’t even know how much of it I’ll have to fly, and how much of it I’ll be merely “instructing”. I get the feeling I’m going to be demonstrating and simultaneously explaining quite a bit.
Joanna and I went to Dallas this weekend to visit our friends Todd and Gianna. There’s a smattering of pictures on the photos page. We passed some huge things on very long trailers and coudln’t identify them. My best guess is that they’re blades for a windmill, but it’d be a bloody huge windmill. They’re something like 50 feet long. You can look at the photos and make up your own mind.
It’s getting hot here. And working in a warehouse get miserable. We rejoice whenever the huge blowers kick in, bringing in fresh, sun-soaked air from off the paved loading dock.
But at least I’m not being timed pulling.
Hell is actually being forced to perform Sisyphustic tasks in intense heat. My team leader went on vacation a couple of weeks ago, leaving Mark (my shift’s forklift driver) and me in charge of the dozen or so college kids working for us this summer. We had instructions to finish building two valleys, though our team leader didn’t think we’d get as far as finishing the first one. But we did. And it looked beautiful. I was really proud of us.
Except one of the rows of metal shelves poked out an inch off the edge by the offices.
So the next week the order came to tear it all down. Not just the offending row. All four rows, both sides of the middle aisle break, all had to come down. We restacked the cardboard, restacked the metal shelf mesh, took out all the pins and hooks, restacked the beams. Then some main warehouse guys came over and used lasers to straighten it all out. We finally finished putting it all back together today.
Today I was swiping some CD jewel out of the store supplies department for some cracked CD’s that had come in, when the girl who’s in charge of Send Outs sidled up to me. She’s quiet, and I’m quiet, so we’ve probably only exchanged about three sentences since I started working there. “Don’t tell anyone,” she murmured, just above the noise of the blowers, “but during our meeting just now, the boss was bragging about you.”
“What?”
“Don’t tell anyone!”
“I won’t, but what was he bragging about?”
“About how good you are with the college kids.”
Well, duh, I think. I’m a natural leader. But I grinned and thanked her.
“Don’t tell anyone!” she repeated.
Hell is where the prideful go.