Gonna Make Engineering Great Again!

...and Mexico is gonna pay for it.  I better start brushing up on my Spanish.

Credit for this idea came from Scott Jones and Tom Allen from our Irvine office....

For another "political" cartoon of people who look a lot like Bernie and Hillary, click here.

Starved to Death at His Desk

If only all those "this'll just take a minute" interruptions actually just took a minute, I'd have a lot more time on my hands.  Why does someone always stop you just as you're sprinting out of the office late for an appointment?  

And while I'm at it, I have other questions... 

Does being cross-eyed cure dyslexia? 
Why do lawyers call what they do "practice", yet bill at $500 an hour?  
Why can one careless match start a forest fire yet it takes a whole box to light a campfire?  
If a mime is arrested, do they still tell him he has the right to remain silent?  
If it's zero degrees today, but it's supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?  
What was the best thing before sliced bread?  

...deep mysteries of life that may never be solved.

Need A Few More Days...

This poor guy just can't unplug - even when he's on vacation.  ...and he feels guilty if anyone discovers he's not behind his desk at the office.  Since when is it a badge of honor to not have a life?  "Work hard, play hard" may mean different things to different people, but to me it means work smart and efficiently to get your job done at work, and then enjoy your evenings and weekends and vacations.

Inspiration for this one came from our recent company-wide 20th anniversary celebration cruise to Mexico.

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One Of My Core Values

According to his boss, it would be a moral transgression to violate the company's core values, so this guy would be wrong to violate his own, right?  Makes sense to me.  At least you can't blame him for trying.  

This guy's boss makes a big deal when he shows up late, but I wonder if he ever notices the late hours this guy puts in.  As long as clients and co-workers are happy and the job gets done, I think high performers should be given the freedom they need.

How Do I Block All Emails...

My in-box size could be cut in half if I could just stop all those emails with the "good news" about my inheritance of millions from some long lost rich Nigerian  relative - all I gotta do is send a copy of my ID and bank account number "entirely risk free" to Barrister so-and-so and he'll "secure the funds" and wire me my rightful share post haste!  Who are these people?  And more importantly, who are the numskulls who respond to these emails?  Somebody must be doing it.  It's probably this guy.

I Don't Mean to be Condescending

This old guy seems to have forgotten that today's young whipper snapper just may be his boss tomorrow.  Reminds me of an experience early in my engineering career...

As a rookie engineer, I had completed the structural design for a large custom home in Las Vegas.  A plan check letter came back from the building department with a requirement that dozens of straps be added in unusual and completely unnecessary locations.  My supervisor agreed with me that there was no structural reason for adding those straps.  Nevertheless, I couldn't get the plan checker to acquiesce.  In desperation, I went to the building department to discuss the issue face to face with the plan checker.  When I asked him to help me understand why these straps were needed, he offered no explanation other than to condescendingly sneer down at me and exclaim, "That's engineering!" as if to imply, "Everyone that knows anything knows that."  Out of desperation to get building department sign-off, I reluctantly added the unnecessary straps to the plans.  In a gratifying twist of karma, several years later when my own structural engineering firm had grown to be one of the largest in the region, that same plan checker sent me his resume looking for a job.  He was not hired.

Whenever I'm inclined to treat someone less than well, I try to remember the words of the poem by C. R. Gibson:

                        "I have wept in the night
                         At my shortness of sight
                         That to other's needs made me blind,
                         But I never have yet
                         Felt a twinge of regret
                         For being a little too kind."