|How was my weekend? Oh, the usual.|
So I'll start with the pool party/dinner hosted by John Malone, which was a fantastic night out. In case he happens to be reading this, I would like to take the opportunity to thank you again for your hospitality. Among those in attendance were the freshmen; Lauren West and Erin Hub, the sophomores; Zach Gilfus, Wes Yland, Alex Hanford, and Matt Gianforcaro, and the usual crew of Elli, Sam, and myself. I also got a chance to meet Michelle Adam 97', who was, in a word, completely awesome. Contrary to what one would think about a party hosted by engineers for engineers, eye contact was almost made on several occasions and something other than boats was mentioned at least once.
|"It's been like a whole paragraph since the last funny picture. I don't know if I'm going to make it."|
|The trick is to make it tilt slightly.|
|"But who would be stupid enough to....OH HEY INTERNS! WE FOUND A JOB FOR YOU!"|
To recap in English, it became my job to hang out in a giant metal room with no lights while unfathomable amounts of water get pumped in. If this sounds familiar, it's because you've probably watched a few James Bond movies. Contrary to what a reasonable human being would say about this situation, I thought it was the coolest thing ever and I was pretty pumped (get it?) to be doing the job.
Anyway, Saturday was the Big Day, and our shift started at 1800. Elli and I decided that it would be a good idea to use a Car2Go as our method of transportation to and from the shipyard, since it was our best chance of having a ride back after 1:00 AM, when our shift ended.
|Plan B was a little less thought-out.|
We eventually got there alive, with a few minutes to spare before we were considered late for the incline. I find a place to park, and go to end my rental of the car outside the shipyard. It is now that I learn that the car is currently outside of the "home area," where I am allowed to end rentals and leave the car. Instead, my only option is to now park the car, tell it I'll be back later, and continue paying for the service. It is $15 an hour. I make $13. As you can tell, my night was off to a rip-roaring start.
|It's the lack of a gas tank that makes this fire impressive.|
Boarding was eventually accomplished, albeit a few minutes late. The experiment itself went off relatively flawlessly, and I don't have too many funny stories about the shenanigans that occurred on board. It was ultimately a lot of fun, and made me completely forget about how badly I hated everything associated with Smart Cars for a while.
But it eventually came time to go home, and we tried to use the onboard GPS to get us home. My car, best buddies as we were, decided that it would be a funny joke to have me drive back and forth along I-5 at 2:30 in the morning. Apparently we were going to play a game of NASCAR.
|We participated in this race, and lost.|
|I just need to look at this every so often to feel better.|