tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post3477907877538339480..comments2024-03-21T14:41:14.622-07:00Comments on Graphic Firing Table: Light HousekeepingFDChiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-3622007863140821842008-04-17T20:52:00.000-07:002008-04-17T20:52:00.000-07:00Pluto: ouch! There's a boss that needs to spend so...Pluto: ouch! There's a boss that needs to spend some time pulling two-on-four-off guard shifts to understand the whole "I don't think so good when I'm burned to the socket" thing.<BR/><BR/>Publius: Ah, for the wild and crazy life of the contractor. I'm afraid that I'm a wage slave - well paid wage slave, but the big money is going to my outfit, not to me.<BR/><BR/>I do get a break tomorrow to see the kids and my bride, but Saturday it's back to the salt mine...FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-90290036166860231462008-04-17T15:53:00.000-07:002008-04-17T15:53:00.000-07:0040 hours by Wednesday? If you're billing by the h...40 hours by Wednesday? If you're billing by the hour at a decent rate, Chief, the old cash register can really sing. Hope you're not undervaluing your services.<BR/><BR/>About ten years ago, while working as a consultant on a major highly classified R&D proposal—where my customer was going after serious government bucks—I made about 50K in November and December, at $100 per hour. It was a very merry XMas at my house, although I didn't enjoy it: all I did was work and sleep like three hours a night.<BR/><BR/>But I do look back fondly at that particular fat hog. Don't get any of them to cut anymore.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and we won.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-25762018197273091482008-04-17T10:01:00.000-07:002008-04-17T10:01:00.000-07:00One of the worst weeks of my life happened back 20...One of the worst weeks of my life happened back 2002 when I started clocking overtime on Tuesday. <BR/><BR/>I worked 11 hours on Saturday, 10 hours on Sunday, 11 hours on Monday, and "only" 9 hours on Tuesday.<BR/><BR/>On Wednesday morning my work was reviewed and determined to be "substandard" (wonder why) and I was required to redo it by 5:00 Friday. Believe it or not, I made the date and it was accepted on the second try even though I was pretty sure my second try was worse than my first effort.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-1811705098976823152008-04-17T01:44:00.001-07:002008-04-17T01:44:00.001-07:00W&G: thanksferdat! And it will...just not as fast...W&G: thanksferdat! And it will...just not as fast as Mojo would like it too...FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-9138976559221527842008-04-17T01:44:00.000-07:002008-04-17T01:44:00.000-07:00ael: Funny - you know what all this has made me th...ael: Funny - you know what all this has made me think of?<BR/><BR/>The "BUCS" - old HP71B pocket calculator-cum-fire direction computer - we used to back up the BCS. You could say that the BUCS pioneered "flaky" and "subject to all sorts of problems". When it did work, tho, it worked...<BR/><BR/>The Amy sure has fielded some odd gadgets (see: M581 GAMA Goat...)FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-8372342595468322842008-04-16T22:05:00.000-07:002008-04-16T22:05:00.000-07:00Wish we were at least able to pour you a drink for...Wish we were at least able to pour you a drink for that party, Chief, but the Goob and I lift one in your honor. Sláinte! As my Dad always says, "This, too, shall pass." Gawd, I hope so.walternativeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09167908113161354616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-76382702172241032782008-04-16T21:56:00.000-07:002008-04-16T21:56:00.000-07:00check out:http://www.mccoys-kecatalogs.com/K&EColl...check out:<BR/>http://www.mccoys-kecatalogs.com/K&ECollection/GraphicalFiring/K&E_GF_1.htm<BR/><BR/>Reminds me of the time when we first when to electronic calculators for the command post.<BR/>The army declared that the computers were primary and the TFTs were the backup. Therefore, all GFTs were now obsolete and they were to be collected and disposed.<BR/>Every Battery Sergeant Major I knew disposed of them by storing them in a hidden location in the back of the QM stores. <BR/><BR/>It turned out that that first generation of computers were flaky and subject to all sorts of problems in the field. It also turned out that TFTs are *slow* - ya, no surprise.<BR/><BR/>It didn't take long for a few batteries to sneak them back into service and to consistently report "ready" long before the folks using the books.<BR/>Of course, they denied that they were using the "banned" GFTs.<BR/>But as the rounds went where they were supposed to (probably more often than the folks using the books) and given that it went much faster, the Colonels cheerfully turned a blind eye to it.Aelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10788190394672505925noreply@blogger.com