I enjoyed HR, or the idea of HR, even before I was learning how to run the Troxler Nuclear density testing device...with the rest of the civil engineering trainees on the OCMT field management team.
I enjoyed HR because HR had moved me over to civil and given me a raise to nearly three dollars an hour. I did not really enjoy running the Troxler machine in the field, but I was a field guy, and someone had to measure compaction...
I did not enjoy Civil Engineering. The imagined use of this near pristine river basin was not unfamiliar to me...I had grown up in a polluted estuary. We were realizing an ecological nightmare even worse than the one that I had left in New Jersey to build this bad dream in the San Jaciento River basin.
Had not we learned better? Obviously not. Not only could I envision the future, I saw it being carved out. I took measurements. I helped. I knew all the problems this plant created were going to be washed downstream, not by accident, by design.
Nobody cared. I knew nobody cared because for many months I had lived very close to the site. The local residents were ecstatic to have the jobs that were being created via the transformation of their environment. There was no telling them. These were Texans. I was a Yankee.
This was civil engineering. Reimagined places. Not one of the designers of this plant or the chemical products to be cooked there lived within a thousand miles of this plant. Few had been there not for long if at all. We would see them come and go, and update our plans as they told us from New Jersey or other far away places.
I was a human resource on this project, one of many thousands. We came, clear cut, excavated, built and moved on. The scar can be seen from outer space, it’s mostly rectangular with an massive outfall that leads a quarter of a mile to the river like a giant muskrat tail. I was up to three twenty five an hour when I resigned.