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Nerdy April...

...Takes the next step.

Tomorrow is a big day for Nerdy April. I am being trained to run the Remote Telemetry Monitoring room here in Huntsville. It's sorta a BIG Deal. Let me break it down for ya...

First you start with a helicopter. It looks something like this:




And then you completely Pimp it out, until it is completely (or nearly completely) covered in orange. (Whatever is orange is something that is being tested...and there are a loootttt of things being tested on this particular aircraft!)


So now that it is completely pimped out, you throw in some pilots and flight test it. Well, us flight test engineers are on the ground monitoring thousands of parameters. However, it gets expensive to have all of us FTEs up there in Lexington, KY for weeks/months on end (the aircraft lives in Lexington, KY).


Enter: Remote Telemetry Monitoring Room. In order to make sure enough parameters are being watched during a flight test several engineers from many different departments show up in the "TM Room" as its referred to. One engineer is ultimately in charge, and only this one special little engineer can talk to our counterparts in Lexington...and tomorrow, that will be me. Yikes!


Oh, but the best part is I get to wear these:


And I'm sure I will look 10 times hotter. Haha.

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  1. Probably will look a lot better than the set that were in the tower at AC. ;-)

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