The first presenter was a "building scientist" flown in from Michigan by Dow Chemical. I had to chuckle quietly when he was introduced with his "building scientist" title. He had reams of computer-generated data, but I doubt much of what he offered could be reproduced on a real jobsite. The second presenter (just a lowly engineer) obviously knew how to build a home and his energy saving advice was excellent. He carried the "scientist", hands down.
With just two more courses I, too, can be a "Certified High Performance Building Scientist". WooHoo!
I guess I'm just wary of people with fancy titles. It reminds of an article I read years ago during the era of busing kids across town to achieve more equal racial enrollment at schools.
The term "busing" was a touchy subject back then so for PR purposes a "bus" was renamed a "motorized attendance module", and instead of hiring "bus drivers" the school system advertised for "motorized attendance module technicians". Why use 3 syllables when you can use 11, right?
Is anybody really suckered by titles these days? Is "deputy assistant undersecretary" really just the new code for "the office gofer"?
My big embarrassing moment yesterday was when I came home at the end of the day. K immediately pushed me back and said, "Oh my gawd....what did you eat?"
As part of my seminar enrollment fee we were served lunch. I told her that we had salad, bread, and a chicken/pasta dish. She said it must have been loaded with garlic as I just reeked. Who knew?
The worst part was that after my seminar I had gone over to visit with and advise one of our homeowners from 21 years ago. They are debating whether to remodel / update their home or just sell and have us (bro with the semi-retired me assisting) build them a new one. I'm going to call them back today with some answers to their questions and somehow work in "sorry about my garlic breath yesterday."
Somebody needs to invent a portable "stink-o-meter" to keep me from embarrassing myself this way again. ;)