Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Aaaaand scrub.

This sucks.

Back to work tomorrow, having gotten maybe a total of 12 hours sleep in the past six days, to start replanning for a launch No Earlier Than July 11.

One of my coworkers, who just stayed this whole week instead of flying back and forth: "Gin, you should really try to come again in July."
Me: "Only if I start pooping fifties in between now and then."

I am disappointed and sad, and not at all looking forward to the task at hand, but glad that the NASA program did the right thing - better to be late and safe and successful.

Off to spend another afternoon in various airports - though this time I only have a 1-hour layover in Atlanta, as compared to the 3 1/2 hours I spent there on Tuesday.

Peace out, homies.

4 comments:

Electric Monk said...

I started pooping fifties about a year ago. Turns out they were Mexican pesos, and the exchange rate isn't very good right now.

I stole your Prozac said...

Upside of all of this writing about launches, and NASA? You can effectively convince your readers that you are in fact a rocket scientist. I believe that falls under the category of "SWEET".

Maggie May said...

Hi, new here. I love your 'about me' picture. :)

I am Trish Marie said...

Damn that NASA and their safety and such. Don't they know you were THERE? Right there. July does not work for you. Anyway, that blows. Sorry you didn't get to see it.