Adan with some Tully's coffee
I spent most of the first weekend that I was in Seattle with Carlos, his older brother Adan, and Adan's girlfriend, Marvic. On Sunday we drove to Alki Beach to see what there was to see and get some coffee to warm up. We stopped at Tully's Coffee and ordered our respective drinks, and after you order, the waitress asks you your name so that they can call it out when your order's ready. I thought I was very clear when I said "Melanie," but apparently that had been translated into "Milligan" by the time it reached my mocha. My cup is the second one from the left.
Today I was on a track for the first time in over a year. I ran back to Seattle Pacific University again, and I didn't even have to jump the fence to get in! I got out some hurdles and did some drills, probably looking ridiculous to the handful of other people who were using the track to run. Hurdle drills involve a lot of yanking your knees up to your chest while jogging around and some strange-looking kicks over the sides of the hurdles before actually running over the them. Anyway, the trend of my sucky running continued on the track, but it still felt good to be back there.
Work is getting ridiculous. I sit at my desk for 8-9 hours a day, simply staring at manuals and going through "example" problems that are supposed to teach you how to use OTIS, and you'd think that after a week of doing this, I'd be at least marginally proficient with the program, but you'd be wrong. It's so frustrating. I think I need to talk to my mentor/boss about working on something else, at least for part of my time. I'm going insane staring at my computer screen all day, especially when I know that the other interns get to do much more exciting stuff, like taking trips to Home Depot, welding, and testing sensors. *sigh* I feel like I'm trying to keep all of my unhappiness about this work and my previous job stuffed in a box, at least for the time being, so that I can ward off a quarter-life crisis. Yeah... stay tuned to hear how that goes.
1 comment:
How did you end up doing trajectory analysis again? Did they put you there because of your NASA experience? You have to give them input, you don't want to end up as unhappy there as you were here.
I made it clear that I wasn't interested in running SORT 8 hours a day anymore, I think that's one reason they were less-than-thrilled about me. They were looking for someone to run SORT.
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