further proof that i'm losing my mind
today, i totally got up at like, 2:30, freaking out about water level meters.
i showered, got dressed (more on this later), took my pills, and headed off for the unexpected sampling. it turns out that i forgot labels (or i thought that i forgot labels), so i stopped at the office to get those, and played dog with crisco (janette's). she was super-cute when she was little, but now she's a monster.
anyhow, i had to deal with a granular carbon column dude, who had been sent to replace the carbon (essentially giant filters), but NO ONE from the railroad was there. he was having a shitty day because his clutch in the rig was fuckeed, and he had questions about some shit, which, amazingly, i could answer. (i'm not an environmental engineer, but i play one at the jobsite).
i finished up the science experiment with dr. ramaswami (he put in his notice this week), and got some insight into the fuckeed shit that's going down with the inverted pyramid. he's one of only a couple of people at this company that have really helped me out. i'm sad that he's cruising. he's got an amazing opportunity to be mentored by the wizard of wastewater (a shit scientist, if you will), so i'm glad that he took that opportunity. we had lots of talks about cool shit since he hired me back in the day.
i dropped the samples off at the lab, and cruised back to the office, and cranked out a groundwater monitoring report (sort of half-assed, really) and a couple of plume maps (tony said that they were perfect).
everyone in the office calls this site the "pickle plume" site because that's how the aerial contours look. i re-contoured it to look like a flaccid penis, complete with a urethra and perspective.
apparently, one of the "opportunities" is that the railroad is contracting out the wwtp at the north yard. this could be a great opportunity, really. we will see.
i eventually got home to shower the diesel away, and as i undresseed, i was stunned. i put my fucking underwear on backwards this morning, and didn't even notice.
i'm losing it.
i went to that 80s grocery store. her name is melissa, and she didn't have a ring this time, only a silver one on the left pinky finger. glasses! that purple-red dyed hair.
now i have to figure out a plan--i totally made too much eye contact tonight.
i showered, got dressed (more on this later), took my pills, and headed off for the unexpected sampling. it turns out that i forgot labels (or i thought that i forgot labels), so i stopped at the office to get those, and played dog with crisco (janette's). she was super-cute when she was little, but now she's a monster.
anyhow, i had to deal with a granular carbon column dude, who had been sent to replace the carbon (essentially giant filters), but NO ONE from the railroad was there. he was having a shitty day because his clutch in the rig was fuckeed, and he had questions about some shit, which, amazingly, i could answer. (i'm not an environmental engineer, but i play one at the jobsite).
i finished up the science experiment with dr. ramaswami (he put in his notice this week), and got some insight into the fuckeed shit that's going down with the inverted pyramid. he's one of only a couple of people at this company that have really helped me out. i'm sad that he's cruising. he's got an amazing opportunity to be mentored by the wizard of wastewater (a shit scientist, if you will), so i'm glad that he took that opportunity. we had lots of talks about cool shit since he hired me back in the day.
i dropped the samples off at the lab, and cruised back to the office, and cranked out a groundwater monitoring report (sort of half-assed, really) and a couple of plume maps (tony said that they were perfect).
everyone in the office calls this site the "pickle plume" site because that's how the aerial contours look. i re-contoured it to look like a flaccid penis, complete with a urethra and perspective.
apparently, one of the "opportunities" is that the railroad is contracting out the wwtp at the north yard. this could be a great opportunity, really. we will see.
i eventually got home to shower the diesel away, and as i undresseed, i was stunned. i put my fucking underwear on backwards this morning, and didn't even notice.
i'm losing it.
i went to that 80s grocery store. her name is melissa, and she didn't have a ring this time, only a silver one on the left pinky finger. glasses! that purple-red dyed hair.
now i have to figure out a plan--i totally made too much eye contact tonight.
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