On the second day, he created Rickover. And Rickover said, let there be neutrons.
And here I am.
Prototype is one huge pain train, but it's all for the better. As a masochist, I manage to keep in sight the invaluable lessons learned from rotating shift work, inevitable double standards, ephemeral scheduling, and infinite red tape.
So far I have escaped 'plus hours', some steam leak by, and malaria from living in the "low country" as they call it down here.It certainly is low on:
- The amount of good drivers
- Culture
- Egalitarianism
- Good drivers
- The much touted 'red drum,' a regional croaker species.
There is plenty of:
- Really really bad drivers
- Swamp stench
- Paper factory stench
- Bad driver stench
- Blue crab
Only a few more months to go, we finish on Thanksgiving. I will then be giving much thanks for having gone through and COMPLETED prototype on an S5W.
Oh and of course, there are no more S5W's in the fleet.
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Back when I was going through prototype in Charleston (sixteen years ago now...wow, time has passed...) I lived down in the low country as well... just south of Park Circle in the slums there. Every day driving into the weapons station I would drive through that circle and ponder following a minor league baseball team, since I had never lived in a place that had one. I would drive in through the south side of the weapons station and across the marshland there. I loved that drive, because there were so few people that lived down there, so there was never any traffic.
Mids were probably my favorite shift, because I would get off mids, hop in the car and head to the beach for some surf time.
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