fatigue-prone design
The co-op with Parker, Powertrain Div., is going very well. I am pleased that I accepted the offer and am finding myself satisfied on many levels - no homework, great experience, and invaluable team-work meshing.
Lately, though, I’ve been given thorough responsibilities to see several assignments to conclusions. I won’t complain about the responsibilities, in fact I enjoy having more things to get my hands dirty with; however, I’m dealing with newfound time constraint issues (i.e. get Task-A done ASAP, but make absolute sure that Task-B is completed before X-’o-clock). The basics really, the same type of time management that I’ve garnered from my day-long homework stretches at VT.
But today was rough. Rough like… rough like a porcupine’s scratching post.
During the afternoon hours, I was counting up some pieces of test material, but was continually miscounting them. Thirty-six and five added up to forty. Nine times four equalled forty-five. Over and over again, my brain was joyously on a holiday.
Not long after, I was doing further testing when I started smelling pancakes. Warm, delicious pancakes with fresh maple syrup - the most tempting smells ever to capture my nostrils in a while. But where were these airborne traces of pancake batter coming from? Where were those pancakes?! Absolutely nowehere, is the answer. The smells went away but returned frequently for the next hour or so.
Going mad is one thing, but smelling foodstuffs where there are no foodstuffs to be smelled is on a different plane of insanity.
Regardless, I still like my co-op a lot and hope someone’s making waffles tomorrow.