Earworm, 04/01/2017 -- Fed Up Edition

So, I haven't discussed my new job... and I'm not going to.

But I keep running into situations where my training was rushed, partly because they needed me to take over a shift, and partly because (in all modesty) they figured I was good enough to hit the ground running and do the job.

And, (again, in all modesty) mostly they've been right, except I keep finding things they never told me.

So last night a semi-annual report needs to be run, and I do. I've used this report before, and it was a pain in the fourth point of contact, because it's always been sorted on the wrong parameter. Maybe the choice didn't exist before, but now it does, so I sort it in numerical order by account number instead of alphabetical order by division or department, because there are too many divisions within each department, and many of the divisions across different departments have similar names, so, in the words of a colleague, you'd tell a customer to go for coffee while you find their account.

She added "You're the first person to make this report usable!"

Naturally, I got bitched at for doing it wrong.

So...

"Rocket Salad", you say?

U.S. serves up Korean rocket salad in war drill response to North's nuclear threats | Reuters

There's more to do in South Korea's heavily forested Rocket Valley, just a few miles from the demilitarized zone separating the two Koreas, than fire rockets. In quieter times, people tend vegetable patches along ice-cold streams.

But on Wednesday, a U.S. artillery brigade based in the South heated things up, launching a barrage of rockets close to the border town of Cheorwon.

Well, yes, many more things to do.  You can drive your HMMWV through a ford, and have a rock fly up into the engine compartment and knock off all the blades of the fan, which are theoretically a flexible plastic.

Or, north of there, during the same exercise, you can be driving down the  road that runs along the ridgeline paralleling the DMZ and have a small piece of metal come up and pierce the hydraulic line for the brakes of same HMMWV, leaving you stranded for the night until they can get a tow vehicle up to you.

Fun times, fun times.