They’d understand perfectly. When my employers buy something, it’s my job to check that it arrives in good order and matches what we asked for, and then arrange for the sender to be paid.
Sometimes the thing is a piece of equipment for transmitting real-time video of tumours from one part of the country to another, but I don’t think we need to go into that.
My official work title is “Site Reliability Engineer”, which means I’m somewhere between a clerk, a tinkerer, and a millwright.
But I’m not recording any transactions by hand and the mills I work on don’t have anything to do with grain. Instead, they’re simple but very fast arithmetical machines that the moneychangers had built to account for every penny that moves from one bank to another.
Sometimes the machines don’t work as they are expected to, and it’s my job to catch this misbehavior and identify the cause so that one of the arithmetical millwrights can figure out how to fix it. I also help them them do the fixing and testing to make sure the equiment runs true before we set it back to work.
That’s a challenge.
The job I do didn’t exist when I was in high school, and most of the technology it was built on didn’t exist until the early 1900s.
I suppose I could just call myself a general repairman and leave it at that.
I’m the guy who makes sure the castle is built to keep out the invaders. Only everything is made of captured lightning.
Gets burned at the stake
Yeah for sure, they had my job then, some advancements have been made is all.
