You know you are a senior field engineer if . . .
I’m the life of the party, even if it only lasts until 8:00 PM.
I’m very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.
I’m usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.
I’m smiling all the time because I can’t hear a damn thing you’re saying.
I’m very good at telling stories: over and over and over again.
I’m a kept engineer (man or woman): long-term care, eye care, dental care.
I’m not grouchy: I just don’t like traffic, waiting in crowds, lawyers, loud music, unruly kids, politicians, commercials, barking dogs and a few other things I can’t remember.
I’m wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that’s just my left leg.
I’m wondering: if you’re only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?
I’m a walking storeroom of facts; I’ve just lost the keys to the building.
Yes, I’m a Senior Field Engineer and I THINK I am having the time of my life!
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