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The Job

I thought I would begin this series of posts with the entire reason for moving here to Huntsville....the JOB. For those that don't know, my official title is "Flight Test Engineer", and if you are wondering...yes, I do have one of those fancy cubicle name plates! Hurray! I am working in the Army Aviation Flight Test Directorate.

And here is my attempt at being completely honest about this job. We all know how much I love rockets [of course!]. So, I wasn't so sure about devoting myself and the initial portion of my career to helicopters and such. But, here we go on week 3 and I am feeling great! Great in the sense that I am excited about the work, I am excited to fly, I am excited to travel, and I'm excited to work with some great people!

Just a little info about the group I am working in... the flight test directorate has 4 divisions, I am a member of the "special projects" division...and proud to represent the female gender to a group of 10 men, err, boys. 5 of us are engineers and the other 6 are experimental test pilots. Currently we live in a triple wide trailer right next to the hangar. And yes, I did say "trailer"...but honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. [Heck, I even get the women's restroom all to myself!] I would much rather be in a relaxed atmosphere where it is ok to ask questions and if you need anything, you have 10 men at your service! Ha!

Although I speak fondly of the trailer, this week we are all taking a radar course at the main headquarters building off-post. Here is a picture of the book I got today with all of the slides being presented...

Officially I am working on the testing of the Silent Knight Radar, it's pretty cool...you can check it out here.

Other then that I am just trying to soak up as much information as possible!

Comments

  1. yay! your even starting to sound more alabama-like! I'm suprised you didn't mention the thickness of the book is about the length of your thumb...

    >Chris

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  2. You are the ONLY female among 10 men??? How lucky for you. I love that you have your own "private" restroom. Score!!

    I'm so glad that you are enjoying your work. Now I sort of know what you are doing. Remember to take a trip back to Arizona once in a while. We miss you.

    "BP"

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