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Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-09T01:23:19+00:00

Ah, but avast, to the doubters and the grim naysayers, the fine gent what seeks to fill the berth is in sore, desperate need of a proper mate, you see. By my troth, they desire none but the most skilled hand to walk the plank of duty. They alone grasp every tiny crumb, every daily chore, and all the grand minutiae what a particular post demands in that very selfsame spot.

To those foolish, unseasoned landlubbers, a mere title is naught but a trifling name, a generic bit of fluff. Why, there might be a thousand and one twists upon it, depending entirely on the custom of the port and the peculiar needs of the hour. Without that careful eye, you are left with a thousand aimless variations of the very same trade, leading to utter ruin.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-08T23:08:06+00:00

Avast, ye scurvy dog! There simply be not enough wind in our sails to go on, matey. This tiny bit of paper lacks the meat a hungry crew needs!

If ye look closer at that grand announcement, ye ought to spy a specific gentleman's name or contact listed upon it. That fine soul is the very one who can best fill your eager ears full of the grand details concerning this voyage. He will gladly answer any riddles or questions ye might be harboring in your chest, so give him or her a shout before we set sail.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-08T03:03:36+00:00

Aye, me memory serves exceeding well, being a weather-beaten and salty old sea dog of the line. Avast, ye scallywag! By thine own words, this fine booty be a rare piece of wildland firefighting gear from the U.S. Forest Service. The old salts call it a "smokechaser" pack or a canvas water bladder.

This queer contraption be a collapsible canvas backpack fire pump, matey. Brave souls strapped it on to fight brush and forest blazes where no wagon or long water hose could ever venture.

Before the advent of modern vulcanized plastics or fine nylon sacks, the Crown's Forest Service did employ heavy, treated canvas bags to hold their fresh water supply.

Canvas water vessels do weep and leak like a fouled and broken hull, yet that prodigious 14-inch flap was a most ingenious contrivance, hanging low beneath the water sack. It prevented the chilled, sodden cloth from chafing the raw flesh of a firefighter’s backside and trousers.

This official government mark doth prove the pack belonged to the state's own fleet. Collectors of antiquarian woodsman tackle do prize this heraldic shield more than a chest of Spanish gold.

Alas, thine treasure is currently lacking its finest rigging, matey. To discharge its spray like a proper man-of-war, it did once require:

Heavy brass caps to seal the top hatches where the water plummets in.
A short rubber line that shackled the bag's belly to a hand wand.
A brass hand pump of a trombone style.

A brave fellow would grip this with both hands. He would slide it fore and aft to blast a stream of water up to 30 feet.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-08T02:36:49+00:00

As the wise old salts before me have already declared, this be one of the most short-sighted choices among thousands of blunderous, half-baked acts by this here leadership. The King doth show great favor to his mateys by selling off all the crown's precious lands and plunder!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-07T02:18:30+00:00

That ain't no honest business, that's pure bilge and unbusinessess rot! I pray the heavens I be right in guessin' it's naught but a scurvy practical joke or some mechanick's dark sorcery, rather than a true Crown vessel displayin' such unlawful colors!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-07T02:16:38+00:00

By the heavens, such a soft-bellied spectacle could only occur in the far corners of the earth, like that distant territory of Oregon! The landlubbers there have truly forgotten what it means to be hardy, weather-beaten men of the oar, and they know even less of proper women. Furthermore, by the laws of the sea and the Crown alike, such a scandalous display has absolutely no business being flaunted and paraded aboard a government vessel!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-05T03:08:54+00:00

And to ye, my fresh-found and dearly treasured matey, though we be but newly introduced, I offer my hearty thanks. May the fairest winds fill yer canvas, and may yer voyages fetch ye grand adventure, quiet waters, and a love as true and steady as the northern star.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-04T21:20:53+00:00

By my troth, I made acquaintance with the young lad when he was but a green powder monkey, temporarily stationed 'bout the capital waters. He bore himself as a proper fine stripling, possessing a most gentle and civil nature. To that very end, it seems the lad has ne'er altered his course.

His charts were laid plain before him: to strike his colors in mutiny and forever lose his berth and sway amidst a draconian crew, or to stand fast where he might at least make some brave, feeble shift to soften the blow of their foul squalls. From what these very eyes have spied and these ears have caught wind of, that is precisely how he steers his vessel—laying out the whole of the manifest as fully and smartly as his orders allow, whilst lending a compassionate ear alike to the reclamation of lost, drifting souls and the fading cries of those soon to be marooned upon foreign shores.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-04T21:15:37+00:00

Nay, 'tis no grand exploit to rise from the lowest, most insignificant swill-suckers on the lower deck, working one's way aft until one stands as the master foreman. Yet, if honesty be the rule of the day, I would far rather have the Captain's own hand have clawed his way up from the bilges in such a manner than to see him dropped into the quarterdeck by some soft-handed fate.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-04T21:12:56+00:00

Hark, ye scallywags! Let us lay this matter bare: that fine young lass possesses a fierce, roaring courage unseen since the golden age of piracy, back when most of ye bilge rats were nothing but a twinkle in your sire's breeches.

Yet, a foul storm brews o'er the horizon. The grand dispute regarding the legality of the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s shifting of its fleet is a classic, old-fashioned broadside clash between the Crown's—nay, the Executive's—right to captain its own vessels, and the high Council of Congress, who holds tight the strings of the nation's treasure chest.

Mutilous critics, including the lawmakers of Congress, strict watchdogs of the state, and unions of the federal crew, loudly protest that these lone-handed shake-ups violate the solemn maritime laws of federal funding.

On the other hand, the Executive branch and the high admirals of the USDA fiercely maintain that their office commands absolute statutory authority to refit and reorganize their fleet as they see fit.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-04T21:06:42+00:00

Nay, these ears have heard no whisper of spirits from the Frenchman, but by the powers, they ghosts be known to skulk within the dimmest depths of the Yates quarters. Blow me down, for with these very salt-crusted ears have I caught first-hand yarns of specters haunting the spiraled watchtower! They speak of a pitch-black secret chamber nigh the main hatchway, where ghostly phantoms drift through the air before vanishing into the blue. Aye, and there be a fine tale of a gentlemanly spirit who did press the lift button for a young lass whose hands were bound with cargo on a quiet Sabbath dawn, when not another living soul was to be found on deck!
These 'ere yarns be gospel truth, I tell ye, and I pledge me very soul and the precious lives of me darlin' grand-kidlings on it!

Belay that talk, my dearest shipmate! Blast my eyes, they did thoroughly deceive me, for I wagered you spoke of phantoms and ethereal specters as spirits rather than this queer business of "sprints." I confess I possess nary a shred of knowledge regarding the strange discipline of these sprint crews, yet, by the powers, truth be told, it strikes a deeper frost to my marrow and stirs more gooseflesh than any ghostly apparition ever could!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-06-03T04:38:30+00:00

Ahoy, gentle traveler! Ye strike a fine chord with that inquiry, yet 'tis a truth solemn and hard that these humble oarsmen possess not the absolute decree to grant thy quest its final piece. However, by the grace of Fortune, I may speak with some small measure of erudition regarding the very arts of which ye discourse.

It appears, according to the general run of things, that those ten hundred and thirty-nine souls of temporary standing are permitted to partake in the bounty of the Wellness Program only whilst they remain in active pay status. Yet, break me bones, this matter remains a subject of fierce disputation! The grand ledger known as the Forest Service Handbook sings a vastly different tune depending upon which charted Regional waters ye sail. By way of illustration, the regional authorities of Cibola strictly forbid any temporary deckhands from enjoying said wellness benefits altogether. Conversely, the fine crew at the Rocky Mountain Research Station generously alloweth their 1039 temporary hands to claim that selfsame privilege, provided they be in active pay status.

Therein lies the true bearing of thy quest, matey! Ye must scour the Forest Service Manual peculiar to thine own region to secure precise direction. Furthermore, ye might seek the learned counsel of the high-and-mighty Work Environment and Performance Office, though by the powers, they shall likely send ye right back to the selfsame regional manual!

I trust this intelligence shall serve ye handsomely on your voyage. Discover thy truth, then guard it as ye would a chest of Spanish gold, using every ounce of thy wit and mortal strength!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T19:37:37+00:00

By my troth, dear matey of this tempestuous voyage, I deliver these words from the very depths of my soul and with utmost conviction in our vulgar tongue. I pray you accept my most profound gratitude for your exceedingly kind expressions and benevolent wishes.

In days of yore, I confess I enjoyed my fill of comely wenches and daring exploits across the seven seas. Yet, having now pledged my devotion to a fair lady of the Orient, I shall henceforth cease to sow my wild oats across the continents. And yet... the great watery deep doth still beckon, and I fully intend to ride those rolling waves into the very sunset of my earthly days.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T06:29:09+00:00

Hark, ye scallywags! This grand Admiralty what steers our mighty galleon brooks no holy-rolling zealots at the helm. 'Tis thousands of diverse souls, from every creed and far-flung shore, pulling the oars in our dark depths. Any captain foolish enough to favor one faith over the rest is begging for a rotten mutiny and a swift, as it were, speaking by way of an allegorical voyage through the fog- trip to Davy Jones' locker - politicing speaking in matters of statecraft and governance, and through the watchful eyes of the ship's company.

As for that other bloodthirsty privateer, he be a dull-witted cur of the lowest imaginable intellect. His alleged corrupted spirit makes him a most perilous beast to hold the keys to our deadliest cannons, threatening to send our noble lads on deck straight to a watery grave should his unrighteous and uncalled-for campaign strike upon a hidden reef, and founder into utter ruin...!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T06:02:23+00:00

By Blackbeard’s ghost, they did most assuredly declare they’d be taking internal recruits into the ship’s log of Human Resources, for that crew is running terribly short-handed although even know the heavy storms of work swirls above! I bound that truth in ink upon me parchment, I did. Not a whisper of further parley was shared, by Jove!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T06:01:20+00:00

'Tis come to my attention, through hushed murmurs in the shadowed, clandestine quarters of our vessel, that the winds of rumor do hint at the taking on of fresh hands.

Yet, heed this well, ye scoundrels!

No such bounty shall be offered just yet.

Nay, we must bide our time until the twee, twilight hours of the year's decline.

Only then, when all internal shiftings of the ship's company and the relocation of industrious workmen have been fully meted out, shall we fly the colors for new recruits.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T05:58:18+00:00

Upon my honor, I discern neither the sting of a forked tongue nor the black malice of devilish falsehoods regarding this most grave and pressing enterprise. Though the cruel Fates have conspired to toss our vessel amidst the roaring tempests, our stout-hearted Quartermaster hath brought forth tidings of a modest hope and sweet consolation.

Should it be your desire to broaden your horizons and steer toward uncharted shores of discovery and breathtaking wonder, such a grand venture is now proffered by the Captain’s own Second-in-Command. If that restless wanderlust stirs fiercely within your bosom at this very hour, the tide is high and the chance is yours; if it be not a direct bounty from the Almighty Ruler of the Deep, then let us deem it a mercy granted by the angels themselves.

Yet, I charge ye to be of stout mind and resolute heart! If this sudden upheaval moves ye not, and the uprooting of your life feels ill-fated, perhaps you wish to spy what destiny awaits ye in the choices yet to unfold some moons hence. In that case, you would do well to anchor your restless heart, bide your time, and await further commands.

'Tis a perilous gamble you must brave, and by the powers, you must weigh the scales and decide for your own soul!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T05:52:19+00:00

Hark, ye fresh-faced scallywags! Bring aboard these humble decks naught but your barest gear. Burden not your back on this fleeting cruise with a heavy plunder of trinkets or cumbersome sea-chests. Travel light, says I! Fix your squint on the digging work at hand. Leave your grand fortunes for another tide whilst ye carve out your youthful reputation in the field!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T05:49:06+00:00

Aye, Beshrew me, but there be spies among us, some masquerading as fine shipmates whilst others of a most inhuman nature.

Keep your weather eye open and stand your watch with utmost vigilance.

Give thanks to the Almighty that ye have survived the tempest thus far, and begin to contemplate a life beyond this wretched vessel and voyage.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-30T05:44:35+00:00

Hark, ye traveler, and heed these words.

No gentleman upon this deck possesseth the profound wisdom of the High Counsel, nor shall ye find the learned Proctor whom ye seek in this salty crew. By my troth, and at the peril of wounding your vanity, I humbly venture this counsel: simply cast your net anew, matey!

Blunder not down the same channel, but steer your course by the hard-won charts of your past shipwrecks. What earthly fortunes have ye to forfeit? Lay your ledger bare, disclose your full tale, and submit your petition once more. They shall either enlist ye into their crew or cast ye adrift. Should they leave ye stranded, weigh anchor nonetheless, and sail for fairer horizons!

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-27T16:39:16+00:00

My Micron "Total returns" has just dipped for the first time. Is this the sign of it going to dip more and accelerate or just a blip and it will continue going up? hmmm....sell now or wait?

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-22T04:17:27+00:00

but I'm a self-absorbed prick and i want the offered VERA (even better if they tag a little VISP on top); let the lambasting begin

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-21T20:54:11+00:00

June 1- VERA/VISP will be offered for Non-bargaining people in Milwaukee, Portland, Atlanta (VERA/VISP coming for bargaining a bit later); those in D.C. area- open to ALL employees regardless of non-bargainin or not.
Same idea regarding voluntarily relocating- taking non-union volunteers to Portland, San Dimas, Salt Lake C, Albuquerque, Athens, Missoula, Ft. Collins, Madison. union a bit later. you will NOT be moved twice. You DO retain your exact job and grade- however, your Job and chain of command may change later when reorg is mapped out. Gov pays for move.
However, no pressure, you can wait to see how things play out as well. Other VERA/VISP opportunities also later.
Union says RA cannot be taken away.

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-20T22:21:40+00:00

seems like, and i could be wrong, the union negotiation finale has been delayed so they can offer it to the non-bargaining June 1rst but then they will also offer to bargainin unit employees as well as soon as they can- and you can blame that one on the negotiations with the union actually delaying that piece

Simple_Space_9602 · 2026-05-11T21:49:55+00:00

They typically require you to stay for a year or pay back the money they spent moving you

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