La dee dah

So yeah, our shop is now working 32 hours a week instead of 40.

The salaried guys in the shop have been instructed to burn eight hours of vacation for Friday pay.

The contract we’re subbed to on these task orders expires 12/31/2003. That, plus poor management by our customer, plus the general NASA malaise right now, has me seriously thinking that civil aerospace ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

This must be what the late ’80s were like, when STS was on-the-shelf after Challenger and there was just no real new vision. [Mind you, Boeing had Freedom, but … yeah.]

*cough* I’m thinking I may be sick tomorrow. The cough, which was almost gone, came back with a vengeance the last two days, probably because I stopped the regular Robitussin doses, which was serving to get whatever crap is stuck down in my chest out.

More Robitussin, then bed. Must not think about how much I hate work insecurity.


  1. I hate to hear that you’re feeling sick. At least you were well enough to come out and bowl with us last night. Which, btw, I had a great time at. 🙂 Must remember to do that more often.

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