Today it was back to work. A short walk to Flinders St. Station (in the pic), a short train ride, another short walk and I was there. I got in at about 8:15am and was surprised to find I was the 2nd person in... I had been worried cause I had planned to get there by 8am but I missed the earlier train, having to stop for a flat white (coffee and steamed milk, haven't gone a day without one since arriving) before boarding, but most everyone trickled in closer to 9am, nice. So the day went really well, all the coworkers were very nice and I felt like was absorbing a least a little of the tons of new information being thrown at me. I was a little bummed that I had to eat lunch at the cafe just across the street by myself, apparently everyone packs a lunch. Other than that I was very happy with my first day and was just getting ready to leave when... I created a mini disaster for myself. One of my first day tasks was to go through a set of irrigation as builts... any engineer knows full size plans are the worst, and old hand drawn plans from the 1960's are almost pointless. But apparently irrigation districts are the same on both sides of the Pacific and only could provide us with the original and only set of as builts, something I've had the pleasure of seeing before. The new part for me was the giant death trap of a cabinet they were hanging in. Seriously, everyone that walked by made a joke about how it looked like a torture device, I wish I had a picture of it! No, don't worry, I didn't injury myself... but like I was saying I was happily packing up and just wanted to put away one sheet I had been trying to decode, when I learned that the cabinet had the capability of opening up way too far, sending literally hundreds of individual sheets to the ground... crumbling and the worst part slipping out of order as I tried to pick them up. So, instead of heading home feeling good, I got to spend the next hour reinforcing my hatred of full size plans, resorting and rehanging the aging plans, while of covering my hands in the ink some poor engineer wrote in 1960 on the heavy mylar sheets. Aww, Engineering! Monday, June 16, 2008
First day at the new job.
Today it was back to work. A short walk to Flinders St. Station (in the pic), a short train ride, another short walk and I was there. I got in at about 8:15am and was surprised to find I was the 2nd person in... I had been worried cause I had planned to get there by 8am but I missed the earlier train, having to stop for a flat white (coffee and steamed milk, haven't gone a day without one since arriving) before boarding, but most everyone trickled in closer to 9am, nice. So the day went really well, all the coworkers were very nice and I felt like was absorbing a least a little of the tons of new information being thrown at me. I was a little bummed that I had to eat lunch at the cafe just across the street by myself, apparently everyone packs a lunch. Other than that I was very happy with my first day and was just getting ready to leave when... I created a mini disaster for myself. One of my first day tasks was to go through a set of irrigation as builts... any engineer knows full size plans are the worst, and old hand drawn plans from the 1960's are almost pointless. But apparently irrigation districts are the same on both sides of the Pacific and only could provide us with the original and only set of as builts, something I've had the pleasure of seeing before. The new part for me was the giant death trap of a cabinet they were hanging in. Seriously, everyone that walked by made a joke about how it looked like a torture device, I wish I had a picture of it! No, don't worry, I didn't injury myself... but like I was saying I was happily packing up and just wanted to put away one sheet I had been trying to decode, when I learned that the cabinet had the capability of opening up way too far, sending literally hundreds of individual sheets to the ground... crumbling and the worst part slipping out of order as I tried to pick them up. So, instead of heading home feeling good, I got to spend the next hour reinforcing my hatred of full size plans, resorting and rehanging the aging plans, while of covering my hands in the ink some poor engineer wrote in 1960 on the heavy mylar sheets. Aww, Engineering! 
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Haha- That stinks. Sounds like you had a nice day though, and like you will save some $ packing lunch. You know what you should do? Try to get some people in your office to be a part of a potluck lunch thing. The girls I used to taught with an I did that every Wednesday and Friday and it was always a blast. We just talked to each other about what we might bring to be sure we didn't end up with 6 pasta salads. haha! Can't wait to hear more!
Straight into the geeky engineering world, huh? Its nice to know how archaic that industry is considering how much technology is involved in the construction of your projects.
Awe! Sorry, but that's kind of funny! Better luck with the rest of your week. Looking forward to hearing about it. :)
I just found this little blog you're working on... I think I might have to set up Travis in CERN next week... Although messing with old plans sounds megga whack, at least you're not trying to write code... I feel like I should be getting a CS degree any day now...
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