Now, why did I get this f**king degree again?
It’s so lovely to “celebrate” this anniversary in the manner I have today. On the list of Really Craptacular Days I’ve Had At Work, this goes right below the day I started worrying about getting laid off when we had no work in the shop, and I’m not sure if it goes below anything else. Wait, there was that day when my Canadian customer was going to force us to violate all sorts of good aerospace practices and ship hardware early. Yeah, I remember marching all the way from the clean room up to my vice president’s office—in shirt and tie, in August, across our newly-blacktopped parking lot, at 4:00 on a Friday afternoon—all too well. His secretary could smell my anger before I opened the door to the office.
I think I’m going home now. They’re testing the alarm system in this building at 6:00 p.m., and while I’m used to being here that late at night recently, I’m afraid that hearing the alarm system test might provoke an unpopular, unhealthy Pavlovian reaction.
Idiots. Idiots. Idiots.