Wow. So having a real job makes a hell of a difference. I've been doing some junior-level strength of materials calculations for the past two days. Today went something like this:

• Other Engineer checks over my work, finds minor problem. Suggests easy solution.


• I redo calculations without as many assumptions. Takes twice as long. Result: We're 10% over allowable stress.


• Other Engineer loans me a specialized big thick book (on loading of steel beams) so I can further unassume stuff. Calculations take twice as long.


• Now we're 60% over allowable stress

For M, M & J, that means we are completely and totally boned. However, I made some worst-case unrealistic loading assumptions which will probably get way undone tomorrow.


I like my job. I don't like the commute, but I can live with it until I move closer.


I sure wish Matt's Naked Boss needed a lead Mechanical Engineer before I moved 700 miles away. Actually, Chris and I figured out how to get to my apartment in hotlanta terms - Get on 41 Highway. Go about 715 miles past the Big Chicken. Turn left three blocks after Loyola. Ring the buzzer that has "FORTNER" on a slip of paper taped across the existing name. Bring me booze.


Having to get up in the morning ain't my bag, but again, I'll deal.


Y'all sure noone has hacked together a display driver for that jammie in linux? I'd certainly be suprised if it hadn't been thought up and done yet. Or something.