Beanmachine7000
Well-Known Member
The old mechanics were called engineers. They got training. They had to do more with less than people do now. Take Henry Ford, for example. He was an engineer on a stationary engine and out in the field, you made that fawker work or somone that needed whatever it was doing done would kick your butt because you weren't picking up the phone and getting another one brought out or parts shipped overnight. With the skills he learned, he fabricated a car--including the engine and fuel mixer. Try that. An old mechanic could forge parts in the field, make a casting in the field--you name it. And lots of what you did had no precedents. There wasn't even electric welding--you had to blacksmith stuff out of nothing.
For us, the unwashed masses, the certifications don't mean alot. I did the airframe part of an AMT when I was messing around for a year in Columbus, Ohio. Certainly some of the students stood out, but it didn't exactly take a genius to pass the oral and written and be a certified AMT. You had to show up sober everyday and make sure your name was clearly marked on your lunch--unless you had money for the roach coach. We take our car in, sometimes it's not fixed. Sometimes the interior trim had the clips broken and were pissed because the kick panel is hanging out. We hope we get a guy like you all, but it just isn't the case that we always do.
Point is, I wouldn't fret over your title. You take pride in what you do and people in your shop defer to you when they are stumped, that's what counts. It only matters what people in your own profession think of you. The rest of us are completely ignorant.
Very true, I could give my self a nice long title, something on the order of Principal Field Research Assistant (what my position technically is), but what do I do? Whatever crap my adviser doesn't feel like doing... Honestly though, I don't have the knowledge, or experience to be doing what he is, I go out and get certain samples and specimens, and he actually does the brain work... I couldn't tell you half what he can (I could, but it would take way longer)... I don't have the skills to do it, but I am proud of what I do... Even though it sucks sometimes, I love it... I don't even know what his title is, he probably doesn't either... He doesn't care, and neither do I...