this astronaut i am working with is very amusing. yesterday around mid-day, he asked for some trajectory curves to take up to lufkin, and later that afternoon i had a voicemail from him saying he was in lufkin and using the curves and thanks. then today he asked to meet this afternoon or tomorrow morning to show some of his results, and i wondered out loud “i thought he was in lufkin??” becca laughed and said “when you have a t-38 at your disposal, you can be in lufkin and then back in houston an hour later.”
silly me. the perks of being an astronaut. 😉
i’m becoming convinced that houston experiences just as much fog as san francisco. only houston isn’t famous for it, because we have no hills, and thus no ability to watch it “roll in.”
anyway.
i’m hoping to be able to take off at 3:30 or 4 this afternoon, but somehow i don’t see that happening. i have lots more to do, and it doesn’t help that i stupidly erased a few sims. how much of an idiot can i possibly be? ugh.
is it friday yet?
just checking. last night i went for a run for the first time in a week. it felt pretty good, although there is this odd thing happening with my fourth toe. (speaking of which, what do you call the fourth toe? ring finger…ring toe? hmm.) ever since the 10k i ran a few weeks ago, my fourth toe on my left foot has been acting up. it aches, but not enough to bother me, and is swollen, but ever-so-slightly. it’s not enough to keep me from running, but i find it strange. my body is giving out at the ripe old age of 24. on saturday i didn’t stretch enough or something before soccer, and my quads stung the rest of the day. sheesh.
so recently, becca has taken to freaking me out to the best of her ability. she walks into the office and makes these sweeping statements like “rich said all the footprints will be done by noon” and makes my heart stop momentarily. i walk into rich’s office to ask him what kind of crack he’s been smoking, and then i realize that becca didn’t mean all. she meant one particular case. not all sixteen of them. and my heart starts beating again. becca, you have to stop this, it’s bad for my health!
though i did like her comments this morning on how rich is like captain kirk and i’m scotty, the ever-toiling and underappreciated engineer. it’s a good analogy, except she’s wrong about one thing. i do realize the benefits of telling people it will take twice as long as it really will, and thus appearing like a miracle worker. i try to follow that rule, but have quickly discovered that it only works if people take the time to actually ask you how long it will take. when they come to you telling you how long they want it to take, all bets are off.
