On Sunday, I have a special mission. In space. Like Moonraker, yo. For some reason, I have been chosen to fly a satellite for a few hours. The reason we have to take charge manual-style is because of a special sun-avoidance maneuver. As you may have guessed, everyone with "experience" and "qualifications" is out of town. And yes, I would rather be racing bikes, but the only races this weekend are junior/masters district championships anyway. Oh well, let's crash this bitch like it's a Cat 5 crit!
I'm afraid I can't let you do that, SheffMy corporate life is primarily focused on providing post-launch support for MTSat-1R, a Loral satellite we built for the Japanese Meteorological Agency. It's a weather satellite and also happens to be the only functioning weather satellite covering the Austral-Asian continents. So if it falls down and goes boom, typhoons stop getting forecasted...and they leave me in charge of it for the weekend. ruh-roh.
The cool thing is that they bought me a bunch of crazy secure network gear so I can run the satellite from home in Menlo Park. I'm gonna do it naked!
Note: if you see this scene from your west-facing window around 6pm PST on Sunday, I am officially unemployed.
