Updates, stories, and what not for a Thursday
Just trying to do a little housekeeping to keep everyone up to date on my life:
My thumb is healing nicely. I can bend it to where I used to but have a hard time doing stupid stuff like pushing the button on a water fountain, grabbing foam to pull out of a fuel tank, or anything useful. It's gonna be that way for a couple of more weeks, I think.
My Guard friends will laugh at this story: They (being the people in charge) want to assign an electrician to the fuels crew that I work on so we don't have to bug the electricians when we need them. I pointed out to my boss that I was an aircraft electrician for about 20 years full time. Apparently, though, that doesn't matter. They might stick someone who doesn't want the job on a crew where they have a guy that could easily do both jobs. Gotta love you some 'gummit. However, the back story is that when we had a jet with a fuel problem outside a couple of months ago, I told our work lead that the pump problem we had was a bad relay. Guess what? About four hours or so later, an electrician came to the same conclusion. Airplanes is airplanes. OK OLD airplanes is old airplanes. New airplanes, well, they're just plain cool.
My beagle, who I love, is a piggy. She's been sleeping under the bed because it's cooler there. She jumped up on the bed tonight, not because she wanted attention, but because she wanted what she thought was food. No food, she was outta here.
We're still silently going broke here at the farm. I have a great blog about this planned for tomorrow. You'll laugh.
Twelve hour work days are not fun so I'm going to bed now.
Thank you as always for reading the blog and don't forget that Jesus loves you
Coop
My thumb is healing nicely. I can bend it to where I used to but have a hard time doing stupid stuff like pushing the button on a water fountain, grabbing foam to pull out of a fuel tank, or anything useful. It's gonna be that way for a couple of more weeks, I think.
My Guard friends will laugh at this story: They (being the people in charge) want to assign an electrician to the fuels crew that I work on so we don't have to bug the electricians when we need them. I pointed out to my boss that I was an aircraft electrician for about 20 years full time. Apparently, though, that doesn't matter. They might stick someone who doesn't want the job on a crew where they have a guy that could easily do both jobs. Gotta love you some 'gummit. However, the back story is that when we had a jet with a fuel problem outside a couple of months ago, I told our work lead that the pump problem we had was a bad relay. Guess what? About four hours or so later, an electrician came to the same conclusion. Airplanes is airplanes. OK OLD airplanes is old airplanes. New airplanes, well, they're just plain cool.
My beagle, who I love, is a piggy. She's been sleeping under the bed because it's cooler there. She jumped up on the bed tonight, not because she wanted attention, but because she wanted what she thought was food. No food, she was outta here.
We're still silently going broke here at the farm. I have a great blog about this planned for tomorrow. You'll laugh.
Twelve hour work days are not fun so I'm going to bed now.
Thank you as always for reading the blog and don't forget that Jesus loves you
Coop
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