ancona
Praying Mantis
Thank God it’s finally Friday!!! I made it through what I thought was going to be a never ending week, which so far has reminded me of the movie Groundhog Day. The same stupid people asking the same stupid questions, making the same stupid mistakes and requiring the same stupid bullshit that never makes any definitive improvement to any project ever in the history of our firm. We keep complying with the endless bullshit, and will comply with the newest rendition of the KNPR, OSHA, EM-385-1-1, and the other myriad alphabet soup of safety and performance requirements, all promulgated as a result of one or two idiots who did something……wait for it…….stupid. I am so completely beyond frustrated that I struggle to find the right fucking adjectives.
Just this morning, as I stepped out of my gas guzzling Titan, wearing my OSHA compliant, ANSI Z-41.1-1991 steel toed boots, donned my dark tinted ANSI Z-87.1-2010 safety glasses and plonked my Z-89.1 hardhat on my skull, I was approached by NASA safety personnel who demanded to know what I thought I was doing, and why I had chosen to park on the side of the road. I politely explained that this is where we were to have our site meeting for a project involving the removal and replacement of Transite asbestos water lines with nice new PVC pipes, and I parked exactly where the Contracting Office had previously placed four bright orange cones. I proceeded to show him the letter he sent to all those who would attend, clearly showing this to be “the spot”. After seeing what was clearly written instructions, describing the very spot we were standing on, he became even angrier than he had been. This was a young punk was clearly trying to impress the cute little intern girl accompanying him, and he got louder and louder, insisting that I get in my truck and move elsewhere or he would call “security”, have my badge “yanked” and have me thrown off base. At this point, I realized that talking to Napoleon was a waste of oxygen, so I said, “OK……go ahead and call security”. This absolutely enraged him, because not only did I not comply with his asinine request to park somewhere else, I challenged his authority and deferred to a higher one, as I could see he was not prepared to have his bluff called. He stormed over to his car, tossed his aluminum clip-board back in the front seat, then paced back and forth swearing in a low voice while watching me. I stood there with my hands in my pockets and made sure to have a little smile on my face, you know, to help build his anger some more. Well, after a minute or two, this little ass hat actually calls NASA security and says he was confronted by a belligerent contractor and doesn’t feel safe, and could they please respond.
Unfuckingbelievable!!
Well, my compatriots from NASA began to arrive for the scheduled meeting, and I explained what occurred. As it turns out, Scott [my NASA CO] told me he saw the whole thing from the other side of the road. Just about then, two security vehicles approach and park alongside our vehicles, got out casually and strolled over to see what was going on. Dog boy looks back in our direction, and seeing the police on site he jogs over while pointing a finger in my direction yelling, “Officer! Officer!, That’s him!” The cop looks at me standing there all calm like, speaking to my associates and acting normal, then turns and looks at dog boy, who is practically foaming at the mouth and pacing like a caged hyena. He proceeds to regale them with a bag full of complete lies about how I screamed obscenities at him and his intern while refusing to comply with his “safety directions”. This dickhead made it sound like I actually threatened him with physical harm. They came and interviewed me and got the truth of it, then went to interview the intern. At this point, Dog Boy realized his fatal mistake, having not gotten his story straight with the little girl he was trying so hard to impress, because she told the cops the same thing I told them. This girl apparently knew the score at the Space Center because she did not stick her neck out for Dog Boy and actually defended me instead.
Long story short, Dog Boy is on a 30 day suspension [unpaid] and has been reassigned to internals, which means he has to read and approve safety plans that are submitted a hundred times a week by a hundred different contractors, but all contain essentially the same thing. It is the NASA equivalent of being assigned to write I Will Not Be a Dickhead ten thousand times.
Every time I encounter these kinds of people at NASA, it makes me sad. It saddens me because it was tax money that has paid this ignorant power hungry jackasses salary, and that even after a stunt like this, he still has a fucking job. It is beyond me why we have allowed these government employees to unionize, and essentially make it impossible to be fired. Here is a perfect example of an individual abusing his position, lying to a federal officer, and accusing me falsely just to impress some woman, yet he still has a job. Only a government worker could get away with that. And to top it off, this fucktard undoubtedly has friends, who he will make damn sure serve up some sort of retribution for years to come.
I am constantly amazed that I am not in prison for splitting open some jackasses skull in a fit of reality induced anger.
Just this morning, as I stepped out of my gas guzzling Titan, wearing my OSHA compliant, ANSI Z-41.1-1991 steel toed boots, donned my dark tinted ANSI Z-87.1-2010 safety glasses and plonked my Z-89.1 hardhat on my skull, I was approached by NASA safety personnel who demanded to know what I thought I was doing, and why I had chosen to park on the side of the road. I politely explained that this is where we were to have our site meeting for a project involving the removal and replacement of Transite asbestos water lines with nice new PVC pipes, and I parked exactly where the Contracting Office had previously placed four bright orange cones. I proceeded to show him the letter he sent to all those who would attend, clearly showing this to be “the spot”. After seeing what was clearly written instructions, describing the very spot we were standing on, he became even angrier than he had been. This was a young punk was clearly trying to impress the cute little intern girl accompanying him, and he got louder and louder, insisting that I get in my truck and move elsewhere or he would call “security”, have my badge “yanked” and have me thrown off base. At this point, I realized that talking to Napoleon was a waste of oxygen, so I said, “OK……go ahead and call security”. This absolutely enraged him, because not only did I not comply with his asinine request to park somewhere else, I challenged his authority and deferred to a higher one, as I could see he was not prepared to have his bluff called. He stormed over to his car, tossed his aluminum clip-board back in the front seat, then paced back and forth swearing in a low voice while watching me. I stood there with my hands in my pockets and made sure to have a little smile on my face, you know, to help build his anger some more. Well, after a minute or two, this little ass hat actually calls NASA security and says he was confronted by a belligerent contractor and doesn’t feel safe, and could they please respond.
Unfuckingbelievable!!
Well, my compatriots from NASA began to arrive for the scheduled meeting, and I explained what occurred. As it turns out, Scott [my NASA CO] told me he saw the whole thing from the other side of the road. Just about then, two security vehicles approach and park alongside our vehicles, got out casually and strolled over to see what was going on. Dog boy looks back in our direction, and seeing the police on site he jogs over while pointing a finger in my direction yelling, “Officer! Officer!, That’s him!” The cop looks at me standing there all calm like, speaking to my associates and acting normal, then turns and looks at dog boy, who is practically foaming at the mouth and pacing like a caged hyena. He proceeds to regale them with a bag full of complete lies about how I screamed obscenities at him and his intern while refusing to comply with his “safety directions”. This dickhead made it sound like I actually threatened him with physical harm. They came and interviewed me and got the truth of it, then went to interview the intern. At this point, Dog Boy realized his fatal mistake, having not gotten his story straight with the little girl he was trying so hard to impress, because she told the cops the same thing I told them. This girl apparently knew the score at the Space Center because she did not stick her neck out for Dog Boy and actually defended me instead.
Long story short, Dog Boy is on a 30 day suspension [unpaid] and has been reassigned to internals, which means he has to read and approve safety plans that are submitted a hundred times a week by a hundred different contractors, but all contain essentially the same thing. It is the NASA equivalent of being assigned to write I Will Not Be a Dickhead ten thousand times.
Every time I encounter these kinds of people at NASA, it makes me sad. It saddens me because it was tax money that has paid this ignorant power hungry jackasses salary, and that even after a stunt like this, he still has a fucking job. It is beyond me why we have allowed these government employees to unionize, and essentially make it impossible to be fired. Here is a perfect example of an individual abusing his position, lying to a federal officer, and accusing me falsely just to impress some woman, yet he still has a job. Only a government worker could get away with that. And to top it off, this fucktard undoubtedly has friends, who he will make damn sure serve up some sort of retribution for years to come.
I am constantly amazed that I am not in prison for splitting open some jackasses skull in a fit of reality induced anger.
