August 02, 2007

Unexpected Presents

At mail call today, there was an Amazon.com package for me. I was confused- the books I'd ordered had arrived on Monday, so this must be a surprise present from someone! Yay! Material Things=Love!

So I popped it open, and discovered six CDs and a book. I'd ordered them a good two months ago, but they'd been on backorder. So this was all stuff I bought and paid for. But hey, it was a surprise anyway, because my mind is getting fried from excessive stress and lack of sleep!

I unplugged Sgt R_'s iPod from the stereo and dropped in what I figured would be the two most "normal" CDs from the order. Reaction was poor. No one liked Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash by the Pogues, and then a near riot broke out from Prairie Home Invasion by Jello Biafra and Mojo Nixon. I can't complain I guess, because with Biafra and Nixon, riots are part of the charm.

Anyway, my part of the inspection is done. Other shops and programs are still under the microscope, but my program and my shop were done as of close of business yesterday. The shop took some hits, but I understand that we're good enough to stay in business, we just have to correct some things before the followup re-inspection in a couple of weeks.

The squadron as a whole might be in trouble, though. An inspector caught a new guy from flightline working with a toolbox that was not properly checked out. That will probably put the squadron's tool control program off-track, which will shut down all maintenance and flight until the inspectors are satisfied that we've corrected our collective case of idiocy.

The poor officer in charge of the tool control program has spent all day looking like someone shot his dog. There's not much he could have done to prevent that problem; the new guy had just arrived here, so his bad habits come from the schoolhouse, and correcting them was the responsibility of the flightline shop NCOs. But being an officer means being responsible for problems that you couldn't reasonably forsee. He's been joking that since he's about to get fired, he's got an interview lined up with with the Soylent Green Corporation Human Resources Department.

Posted by: Boviate at 04:58 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment
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Material Things=Love, huh.  Now I'm feeling bad because I've had some care-package stuff for a while that I've been meaning to mail.  I will tomorrow.

Love,

Mom

Posted by: Mom at Friday, August 03 2007 09:24 PM (VU7+q)

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No no, that was supposed to be sarcastic! Buddha teaches that a person that possesses material things is actually possessed by those material things. True wealth consists of relationships and knowledge.

So if you've got care packages, I thank you in advance, but save them until I'm on the boat. On the island as I am, I can buy most anything I need. It's when I'm at sea that I get all irritable and a package of cocoa powder is sufficient to cheer me up.

Posted by: Boviate at Saturday, August 04 2007 01:02 PM (VzovN)

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It's a good thing you aren't anxiously waiting for the care package, because I didn't mail it today.  It was Harry's fault.  You know, Harry Potter.  But as far as mailing you care packages when you're on the boat--you've written about not receiving mail when you're on the boat. 

Posted by: Mom at Saturday, August 04 2007 11:24 PM (VU7+q)

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