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Choices in Life — part 1

August 10, 2009

We are the products of choices.

The path our lives take is the result of many, many choices.  We make choices that decide our future and impact the lives of others.   Decisions and choices by others affect us every day.

choices“I’m going to take every single sick day even if I don’t get sick; they’re mine.” — or — “I only take days off sick if I’m really feeling lousy.”

“I choose to have a positive attitude at work regardless of the problems or issues. ” –  or — “How can I have a positive attitude with all the mickey mouse stuff they want us to do.”

“There aren’t any decent jobs around here, so I guess I’ll just take what I can get.” — or — “There aren’t any decent jobs around here that I’m qualified for, so I’ll do what I need to do to be able to get a better job, even if it means leaving.”

“I’m going to deal with other people based on who they are, not what they are.”  — or — “You just can’t deal with those people; they aren’t like us.”

“I’m just here to earn my paycheck; I’m just going to do what I’m told.” — or — “I’m going to do what I need to do in order to be the very best that I can at this job.”

“I’m tired and grumpy because it’s been a long day, but I sure won’t take it out on the worker at the checkout counter when the product I’m buying doesn’t scan.” — or — “I don’t care about her; I just want to get done here so I can go home and have some beer.”

What are some other examples of choices that shape our lives?

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Old Habits

July 30, 2009

IMGP0993Yesterday, I was going down the hall heading back to my office, preoccupied with what I was doing.

Sure enough, I walked in the wrong office.

I knew it almost as soon as I opened the door.  I went ahead and walked on in and chatted with Dave for a few minutes before he headed to the class he was slated to teach.

Without thinking, I had gone in the office I had been in before I retired.

Other than personal items and the chair, it looks just the same as it did when I left.

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Clearing the path

July 26, 2009

I certainly did NOT miss clearing the paper out of the paper path in copying machines.

copy_machineHowever, it’ still one of the necessary qualifications in today’s “paperless” nuclear power teaching environment.

On Friday, I went to the copy center to copy material I planned to hand out in my first classroom instruction since I started on this contract.

The students all have laptops and wireless access to most of the material that they need for class.  However, I’m going to be going over material associated with a certification that they need to complete and I wanted them to have a copy of the forms that that will be used by the evaluator during the test.

The machine jammed on the first copy.

I had not cleared a paper jam from a copier in at least a year.

Needless to say, it wasn’t a particularly  easy task.

Even after I finally found all of the paper, it took a while to get all the levers, knobs, and other copier widgets back in their proper positions.  The door wouldn’t close until everything was aligned for operation.

Finally, everything was somehow aligned correctly and the front door of the copier would close.

I decided to give it one more try before going to find a friendlier machine. All twelve copies sailed through with no problem — single side to double side, stapled, punched and stacked.

All in a day’s work at the power plant training center.

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USS Casimir Pulaski, SSBN633 - next to sub tender

USS Casimir Pulaski, SSBN633 - next to sub tender


The drydock in Holy Loch, Scotland

The dry dock in Holy Loch, Scotland


Casimir Pulaski in dry dock

Casimir Pulaski in dry dock

When I first met Fred in  Holy Loch, Scotland, in 1976, he had gone to check out a job on the USS Casimir Pulaski, SSBN633 — the fleet ballistic missile submarine where I was one of the crew.  When I went back to the engine room that morning, he was sitting there unable to get back to the tender after scoping out the job he was supposed to work on.

While he was checking out the job, the submarine had been moved away from the tender and was on the way to the dry dock.

Fred hadn’t been to breakfast and he hadn’t reported in to the shop, yet.   For all we knew, his chief considered him AWOL.

I don’t remember if we told any chiefs or officers about Fred’s dilemma so that his shop could be informed.  I do know, though, that I took him to his first breakfast on board a submarine.

Supposedly, the food on submarines is supposed to be the best food in the services.  I really don’t know that to be a fact, since the few meals that I ate on any vessel other than the sub were on the submarine tender and I don’t really remember those.  However, I seldom had any complaints about what we were served on the boat.

Fred’s job had been assigned to the tender as a temporary duty station. He later served on a submarine.

About 5 years later, I was sitting in the control room of a commercial nuclear power plant when a potential new employee was being given a tour of the plant and the control room.  I looked at him and asked, “Where do I know you from?”

He asked what boat I had been on and I told him, “the Casimir Pulaski.”

“You were the guy that took me to breakfast!”

It was Fred.

Fred accepted the job offer and went to work in the same department that I was in, Operations.  After I went to the Training Department, we both ended up in the same senior reactor operator license class.  He stayed in the Operations Department far longer than I did, but eventually he accepted a job in Training.  He is actually older than me, but he stayed at the plant after I retired, retiring almost exactly a year after I had.

Fred is now working as a contractor at a plant in South Carolina.

I’m now working at what used to be Fred’s desk.

day 49

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The Rest of the Story

July 20, 2009

the job site

at the job site

Fred was a pretty glum fellow the day that I first met him way back in the mid 70s — before cell phones and most of the other modern communication devices that we take for granted today.

Fred was — and still is — a real go getter.

On his first full day at a new shop, Fred went to the job site to check on the job he had been assigned — before breakfast and before he went to the shop.

After checking the job, he headed to the shop, but found his way blocked. There was no way that he could get through and no practical way that he could let his new boss know what had happened.

That’s when I met Fred.

He told me about his dilema and I did the only thing that I could think of  — I took him to breakfast.

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Stop back by for the rest of the story, including how it ties in to where I’m working from today and the picture in the post: What the Heck is it?

day 47

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My old office in my last week of work in January 2007

On Monday, one of the guys in the group I’m working with came into my office and said, with a puzzled look on his face, “You’ve got a call on my phone.”

When I picked up the phone, the fellow calling said who he was and that we had talked a couple of years ago and that I had been thinking about retiring at the time.

I told him that I had already retired and that I had just come back to work as a contract instructor for six months.  When I said that he sounded a little disappointed when he said, “Oh, okay.”

You see, the guy who had called me was an employment recruiter who had called my old phone number in my old office to see if I was available or would be in the very near future.

He had no idea that I retired 2 1/2 years ago.  It was just coincidence that I was back to work on contract when he called.

day 42

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