…is that everybody notices if you don’t wear your gun. Nobody said anything yesterday, but everyone pretty much ignored me yesterday. Today, it seemed like someone said something about it every five minutes.
I probably—make that definitely—should have brought it anyway, but I think I was so relieved to be done with the vaults and so excited to be joining in on the proper science that I was really hoping I wouldn’t actually need it.
I’ve been told I’ll be given a formal verbal warning if I don’t bring it tomorrow. I asked what the difference between a formal verbal warning and being verbally warned that I’ll receive a formal verbal warning, and Dr. Cranor said that the formal verbal warning would be written down, signed by both of us, and placed in my file with Personnel Information Processing.
I asked her how that’s different from a written warning, and she said, “Just sign this.” and handed me a form labeled “Informal Verbal Warning” explaining what she’d just told me.
This place. I swear to God. This place.
The phase array emitters are back on line, at least. I spent the day shadowing the Grade 5 techs. I can’t say that I learned much about the actual hard science behind the emission of phase arrays, n-dimensional phase shifts, or n-dimensions, but I did learn one thing: a lot of the stuff that everyone does here is pretty much rote. I never had the luxury to sit and watch anyone else at work before because I was so busy with my own stuff, but a lot of it is flipping switches, clearing breakers, and sliding things around.
I don’t think anyone working on Dr. Cranor’s machine really knows what they’re doing, or why. They just know what to do to get the desired effects.
Everybody here has at least one advanced degree, but we all might as well be following scripts.