Thanks to Mutant for reminding us all where our bread is buttered. You sound really fun. Having said that, I was also at Diablo for the SGR's, on the refuel floor, and I've just got two words: in, sane. Four, five, or six loads in the air at any one time, crews on top of crews, looky-lou's looking at other looky-lou's, RP speedbumps getting hopped at every turn. Our house foreman showed superhuman mind-control in the face of total annihilation, at times having to throw dozens of well-meaning but extraneous bodies out of the can, just so we could focus on minor tasks, like, oh, moving the Reactor Head. It's a miracle nobody got killed, and it's even a bigger miracle house RP didn't get themselves royally hosed from kowtowing to SGT's every retarded whim.
I, like Mr. LaVaginier, was not terribly impressed with SGT, as I'm sure they are equally underwhelmed with the needs and concerns of Joe Metermonkey. We do so much, dear friends, that goes totally unnoticed, and hence, totally unappreciated, (and uncompensated.) Our experienced eyes see so many uh-ohs before they happen, whether it's our purview or not, save newbies from certain O.E.-hood, and stay awake throughout the most pointless meetings ever conceived. Sometimes we even get a cool mug! Keep up the good work, folks.