Engineers

J52 DD and I have a giggle at DH's expense as he measures everything in "milli's".

How far is it to New York and back, in milli's?
What size dress shall I buy, in milli's?

Yep! That's another one!

Another one married to an engineer.

Before asking DH how something works I start off with. I want the simplest, quickest and only one explanation. Please don't go into another explanation when I am trying to process the first one. It never works. He just can't help himself.

The glass is the wrong size sums him up perfectly

My oh used to be into model aircraft. He specialised in aeronautics. Now he's retired he buys and restores classic cars. Still waiting to realise our fortune. A well known phrase from 'only fools and horses' comes to mind. "This time next year Rodney, we'll be millionaires"

phoenix Your post made me laugh. Whenever we have a problem with blocked drains, DH is out there, happy as Larry with his bright blue drain rods, moaning at the top of his voice about women (DD now lives with us) and the amount of loo roll they use (guilty!), loving every minute of it.

He also moans about the state of my favourite mug and if that's what tea stains do to china what about my innards?

He's a coffee drinker so that's alright then

I will look into the Dilbert books. They look interesting.

Love Mike Scuh. Cant profess to understand it all though.
Didnt look like they have been made into books.
I would buy it if it was.

We have drain problems too, caused by wimmin according to my husband. [correct actually]!

My Ex was also an engineer and I understand fully all your posts. My question is why if they plan things so carefully it takes them so ** long to actually do the job ?

Yes! Same here - everything meticulously planned, endless lists and drawings made, multiple 'parts' ordered and received (most of them stored in the spare bedroom) but no indication as to when the self-imposed task will actually be completed!

My ex once allowed me to have a kitchen fitted by someone else [knowing that, if he did it, the estimated completion time of 2 weeks would most likely be two months and there would always be one job not finished]. He wanted to add strips of wood under the cupboards to strengthen them; the kitchen fitter assured me that you could 'swing an elephant off them' and they'd still be intact. 20 years on they are still ok [didn't find an elephant to test the theory though]. There is a theory that they don't complete jobs because, if they do they will no longer be needed and will be cast aside . He now lives in a cottage with his girlfriend and is building a garage to the side of it. He has been building the garage for @ 5 years . He converted the loft into a playroom for the children. It was just about ready by the time they went away to uni.

Read and weep - or rather, read it and wept, almost. DBH is an engineer, mathematician and musician. Not too high on the autistic scale but enough for him to be far too clinical and dispassionate at times. He also has one of his degrees in electrical engineering. I think the maths and music ones were just hobbies to him!

He's just cancelled our weekend away without telling me, because he is feeling too tired. It astonishes me that he can do things like that without asking/telling me first, yet can be so considerate at other times. He has saved us a fortune over the years with his wiring and building skills, the downside of which has been that I have had to sit there with eyes and ears glazing over at times. Also, I am quite handy myself and will just get on and do something, so get very frustrated by his insistence on drawing every small plan out to scale first on the computer. I have to admit to it always being very professional, but when you are sometimes desperate for lighting/shelving in a room, his precision can be extremely annoying.

janeainsworth

"Mushroom Society which all engineers belong to - because they're kept in the dark and covered in sh*t. "

The version I know put the boot on the other foot (that would be 30.5 cm today)

Engineers are mushroom men, because they keep everyone in the dark and feed them plenty of bullssh*t

I was a mechanical engineer / production engineer and worked on project management, nothing wrong with a well planned critical path.

My brother was a civil engineer, never could figure how he could get so excited about sewage plants.

I`ve been married to an engineer (toolmaker) for over 51 years, but he`s very rarely "engineered" any time for his own house and property, and is firmly convinced that everyone but him is "brain dead"!

pompa mrA was also of the civil tendency.
Whenever we go to London we have to travel as much as possible on the Jubilee Line extension, so we can get out and admire the stations

Later in my career when I was responsible for major project planning, I had to work alongside accountants, now they are brain dead (IMO), how anyone can get excited about accountancy I will never know.
Give me anything that smells of hot oil and has a heart beat. such as a steam engine and I go into orgasm.

Oh yes, Jane and Pompa , Mr P is always very polite!

Our adult children have a phobia of going on any rides in theme parks and the like.

This probably dates back to when they were small and DH wouldn't let them go on a fairground roundabout until he'd checked out the welding.

I am married to an engineer. As far as I can see it has few down sides. If anything goes wrong he goes and 'looks' at it and the next thing you know it is fixed. There are few domestic problems that can not be solved by an engineer with a Dremel and WD40.

He is also extremely useful when we are opposing wind farms in inappropriate areas, 'discussing' with Network Rail how our local bridge is going to be demolished and rebuilt ahead of electrification and concerned about building a boatyard in a rural situation.

He also helped me get a job. Years ago when I was returning to work as my children started school, I saw a job advertised, part-time, temporary for someone preferably with an engineering background. I put my tongue in my cheek, said as I was married to an engineer, I had an engineering background, applied for the job, got it and it launched my post baby career.

Darn, that's our secret out, the engineers cure all, WD40.

I once was the proud owner of a Citroen 2CV. I never travelled anywhere without WD40. It was the only thing to get it going when it stopped! (Frequently) x

It it doesn't move and should, use WD40. If it moves and shouldn't, use gaffa tape.

I always wanted to be an engineer, but my headmistress poo-poohed that sort of thing along with shorthand and typing
I blame my dad, he should have been one, he would have been a natural! #hecouldfixanything.

A Dremel, WD40 and Gripfill.

An engineering version of 'My aunt went to town.'

If you scraped away all the Gripfill from our house it would probably fall down.