[QUOTE=ForkandBlade;144145]As per your own statement, you admit that you know nothing about the engine department, yet you’re evaluating the engineer as a B’Ser? With no formal training, practical knowledge or certification to evaluate said engineer, how can you make an educated statement that said engineer is a B-Ser?
True Story: 3 men decide to go hunting in North Carolina. After doing research, they find the best hunting dog around. It’s owner charges them $300 to rent the dog for the trip. The dog proved himself and the hunt was extra successful. The next year the same men come back to rent the dog and the owner charges $500. Again, the trip was successful and they did even better. Last year, the same 3 guys go to rent the dog again, and the owner charges them $5. Asking why so cheap, the owner replies," Just before you got here, 3 captains from Moran rented the dog and nicknamed him Matey, now all he does is sit on his ass and bark all day![/QUOTE]
F&B you are way off base…
A Capt, a C/E, and a Bosun met at the company picnic and BBQ while on vacation.
The beer was flowing and their respective egos were growing…
They all had their dogs with them and started to talk about how great and how smart they were. So, naturally, a competition arose between them.
The Capt told the other 2, “Check this out!” He calls over “Matey” his giant poodle and tells him to go over to the picnic table and get 12 Oreos out of the pack on the table and neatly stack them in 3 piles of 4 Oreos each. “Matey” barks, happily runs over to the picnic table, and does exactly as he is supposed to.
The C/E says “Not bad, but watch this.” He whistles for “Diesel.” When the jet black lab shows up, the Chief whispers into his ear. The dog quickly runs to the cooler, pulls out a gallon of milk, and pours 3 glasses with exactly 8oz of milk in each. Then, holding one in each paw and balancing the third on his nose he walks on 2 legs to the picnic table and gently places each glass of milk by the stacks of Oreos.
The C/E confidently looks over to the Bosun. The Bosun didn’t have a care in the world as far the look on his face would tell anyone.
In a normal tone of voice, at a normal decibel level, he casually looked down at his mongrel of a mutt and said simply, “Overtime, do your thing.”
“Overtime” runs to the table, inhales all 12 Oreos, chugs all 3 glasses of milk, fucks the other 2 dogs in the ass, and then files a Jones Act case for throwing out his back at work