Wings, Beer, and New Faces
And I should probably add hiccups too… I only had two beers so it has nothing to do with alcohol consumption, just a really strong need to belch… ooo, yes, I’m lady like.
So today, I wanted to bash the Colonel’s head into his dashboard. In my experience of placing riprap on a geotextile liner, you do not drive heavy equipment on it. Riprap rocks, especially if it’s only 6-inches thick, can puncture holes into it. Before I made Ames get off it, I called and verified what I knew to be true.
Boy, what a ruckus I raised. Of course, I also reinforced if they can prove to me that they won’t tear holes into the fabric, then yeah, drive all over it. And if it was a foot thick, I could fucking care less (your point pressure is at the top of displacement, by the time it would reach the bottom a majority of it would be dissipated, especially through a layer that’s a foot thick). The Colonel fucking argued with me on this (SOMETHING THAT IS BASIC STATICS). And I finally told him then go talk to the other sources that I consulted with and then get back to me. And as he found out, I was fucking right.
So, the reason I wanted to strangle him today was that he had the audacity to say I don’t have enough field experience and we should get someone who can show me how to do riprap that is less complicated than rocket science.
HE DOESN’T KNOW MY BACKGROUND! *chooses to keep a few colorful phrases to herself* I sized riprap layouts and helped with other things concerning measurement of riprap and other related QC activities. To assume I’m a fucking idiot is driving fucking nuts.
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t of had two beers. I’m still upset about this… alot more than I thought I would be by now.
All I did was call him up because Ames was fighting with me on this and I told him that if he was fine with them driving on top and potentially ruining his final product, then so be it but to know that me and everyone else involved in this project don’t recommend it.
Ames got their way, but they also know that I will be spot checking them by pulling up rock at particular points. Part of me is very determined to find holes…
Anyways, so I got dragged out to wings and beer tonight. Met alot of new people who’s names I doubt I’ll remember… but hey, it was fun. They do it every week, so I figure I’ll participate. It gets me out of the house at least and it also feels like I have some kind of life outside of work…
That sounds pathetic doesn’t it?
There is an old latin phrase: in vino veritas (the truth is in wine) which leads me to conclude that yes you should write this after a couple of beers, never send texts on your mobile and never email when you have had alcohol (experience) but updating an already private blog, by all means. I see what you mean now, even if you did not have enough field experience, the fact that you verified before hand should have been enough. I will propose a toast to your getting out of the house more and having fun and I shall, along with yourself, hope that many a hole shall be found just so that you can say, I told you so. You can then have a few more beers and update your blog with some entertaining use of the English “fucking” language again. I look forward to it already
Comment by Rick — November 15, 2007 @ 3:41 am
You’re young and you lack a set of testicles. For some reason, that combination automatically means that you’re also wrong in the minds of some people. You are working in a male dominated field, afterall. (Not that all men are misogynistic assholes.) Just hang in there.
And
for getting out of the house! That always makes things better.
Comment by Kim — November 16, 2007 @ 8:20 am