Needless to say, that is how I feel almost on a daily basis at NASA. It's not a bad thing, I'm just happy I get to share the same ocean as the whales, although I do like my friend Gary's version of "You're a big fish in an infinitely large universe". It really hits you that what you do is some of the coolest things ever when the NASA Facebook page shares something like this:
And you see people talking about it and liking and what-nots you do on Facebook. Then you're like OH SHIT! I KNOW THOSE PEOPLE! Pony tail guy's my boss (told you ponytails were a thing)...and the other dude is my office mate! We're pretty damn cool.
I'm really picky about my work environment. I like my office to inspire me somehow. I like light. I get none of that at NASA. I went from having a good 80 sq ft office with windows and a small conference table in the office, to sharing a VERY small cube with 2 other people in a windowless room with printers outside. And being the new guy, of course, you get the bitch seat. It also smells weird and you have all of zero privacy. I would have expected that I would hate the situation, but then I step outside of my desk.
I step into the AMAZING stuff that's going on. I get to play with vacuum chambers and space simulators. I get to see what you've done go into space. And it's not that bad.
No need for a motivational poster.
Then you see something like this and you realize people actually care about what your doing. It's pretty amazing. It makes 4 hour meetings with a German guy, who ended the meeting with "Basically, you guys can not do what we've ask you to do", bearable.
I've also started to realize, I can still learn. I can still reinvent myself one more time. Though I am not your equal, I will be...shortly.
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| HOLY CRAP! It's Alan and Kevin! |
And you see people talking about it and liking and what-nots you do on Facebook. Then you're like OH SHIT! I KNOW THOSE PEOPLE! Pony tail guy's my boss (told you ponytails were a thing)...and the other dude is my office mate! We're pretty damn cool.
I'm really picky about my work environment. I like my office to inspire me somehow. I like light. I get none of that at NASA. I went from having a good 80 sq ft office with windows and a small conference table in the office, to sharing a VERY small cube with 2 other people in a windowless room with printers outside. And being the new guy, of course, you get the bitch seat. It also smells weird and you have all of zero privacy. I would have expected that I would hate the situation, but then I step outside of my desk.
I step into the AMAZING stuff that's going on. I get to play with vacuum chambers and space simulators. I get to see what you've done go into space. And it's not that bad.
No need for a motivational poster.
Then you see something like this and you realize people actually care about what your doing. It's pretty amazing. It makes 4 hour meetings with a German guy, who ended the meeting with "Basically, you guys can not do what we've ask you to do", bearable.
I've also started to realize, I can still learn. I can still reinvent myself one more time. Though I am not your equal, I will be...shortly.
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