This should be fun. ????
Best bit of my job, I get to stand around outside holding a red and white striped measuring stick...
Every time I click ??ADD REPLY? this pops up.
Has Noodles been fooling around with the computer again? ?????ÿ
I get paid to play in traffic and dig in the dirt, and people are amazed when I find a buried rebar.
I get paid to dig holes in dirt, roads, asphalt and sometimes concrete outdoors in every possible weather condition and then fill them back in.?ÿ People really do pay me to do this.?ÿ And I have 165 hours of college credit, 16 hours of examinations that have been passed and 46 years of on-the-job training to make me really good at it.
I set something that looks like a flying saucer on a tripod over metal disks in concrete, and most people don't pay any attention unless it is close to their land.
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At my last GPS on benchmark session a guy actually did stop to talk about it-quite rare. Then a couple teenagers on bikes stopped and stared in that direction. I asked if they had questions, and they said they were looking at the repair work going on to a building a little further away. The girl said she knew about my gear because her dad is a surveyor. That surprised me. Turns out I did talk to him once.
You left out the part about knowing the genealogy and history of land transactions of most of the people in three counties.
I get paid big bucks to solve math problems that everyone else hated in high school or college.
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Close. Nine counties and counting.
Lady called from a big city about 150 miles distant two days ago to have us survey a large tract of rural land she had inherited about 35 miles from my home.?ÿ Her brother told her to call me.?ÿ He is an appraiser to whom I refer people who call thinking a surveyor and an appraiser are one and the same creature.?ÿ Their sixth grade teacher grew up across the road from my family and I now own the farm where he lived. Their high school principal's brother-in-law owns a farm abutting the one where their sixth grade teacher grew up.?ÿ?ÿ
The neighbor landowner to the south of where she needs the survey has a rather uncommon last name, Gallon.?ÿ Met him one day while digging up a quarter corner in the middle of the road.?ÿ Nice guy.?ÿ I didn't do it, but, I so wanted to ask him if any of his relatives had first names such as Halfa or Five.
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I'm a Boundary Hunter.
Good one!!!
Ain't it the truth, though.?ÿ One man's torture is another man's joy.
Which reminds me of a terrible old story about two partners in a small business.?ÿ It seemed that one partner made a habit of taking off for a long lunch at least once each week without saying anything about why.?ÿ Eventually the other partner decided he would carefully follow his buddy to see what he was up to.?ÿ It turned out the one partner headed to the home of the other one.?ÿ So, the one following waited a bit and then went into his house.?ÿ There he discovered his partner in bed with HIS wife and apparently enjoying himself immensely.?ÿ When the couple realizes they are not alone they look at her husband and he says, "Bob, I don't understand.?ÿ I have to do this but why would you want to?"
LOL:
"I asked if they had questions, and they said they were looking at the repair work going on to a building a little further away."
I am a combination of treasure hunter, legal scholar, researcher, evidence analyzer, oath taker, arbitrator, business person, explorer, mathematician, mentor, technical writer, and cartographer all rolled in to one. Without me, almost nothing of any significance ever gets designed or built.
Looks good.
When I'm driving to a project sometimes this is the sort of thing I think about.
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Sometimes while driving on a curvy road I find myself thinking ??PC, POC, POC, PRC, PT...? ?ÿ?ÿ
