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Rockland was fun, actually - the people were smart and very nice to me. :) If it weren't for having made a stupid mistake which caused us all to sit around for an extra half-hour as I tried to fix it and get their actual scores, and then having to drive to Portland and back home* in the pouring rain it might have been a pretty pleasant trip.
One of the guys who works there is an acquaintance to The Humble Farmer, and I had not previously been too very well-known to this guy - may have met him once, turned around a couple of emails, talked with him on the phone a couple of times, but not so much that he would remember me.
"You know Robert Skoglund?"
"The Humble Fumble?"
"That's him! He was a good friend of my Dad's, and my Dad died this spring, so I saw him at the funeral. And of course he asked me what I did, and when I told him he turned around and tried to tell his wife that I was your boss."
"You should have told him you were! And that I'm walking a very fine line!"
He is a pay grade higher than I am in the hierarchy, and even though I have two stripes I'm not in charge of anybody. :)
Also, he figured out an answer for my dilemma re their test scores which allowed us all to go home, and even so shook my hand and told me I'd given a good training. ;)
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*I don't know why the government thinks it makes more sense for me to drive a half hour south at the start of the day to get a car and then drive two hours north, so that then I have to drive past my home to drop off the gov't car and get my own car, increasing what they pay for gas and what they pay me for overtime. I know I bitch about this every time and you must be tired of hearing about it, but it's annoying. But I did make two hours of overtime. :P
One of the guys who works there is an acquaintance to The Humble Farmer, and I had not previously been too very well-known to this guy - may have met him once, turned around a couple of emails, talked with him on the phone a couple of times, but not so much that he would remember me.
"You know Robert Skoglund?"
"The Humble Fumble?"
"That's him! He was a good friend of my Dad's, and my Dad died this spring, so I saw him at the funeral. And of course he asked me what I did, and when I told him he turned around and tried to tell his wife that I was your boss."
"You should have told him you were! And that I'm walking a very fine line!"
He is a pay grade higher than I am in the hierarchy, and even though I have two stripes I'm not in charge of anybody. :)
Also, he figured out an answer for my dilemma re their test scores which allowed us all to go home, and even so shook my hand and told me I'd given a good training. ;)
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*I don't know why the government thinks it makes more sense for me to drive a half hour south at the start of the day to get a car and then drive two hours north, so that then I have to drive past my home to drop off the gov't car and get my own car, increasing what they pay for gas and what they pay me for overtime. I know I bitch about this every time and you must be tired of hearing about it, but it's annoying. But I did make two hours of overtime. :P