A pity, I thought engineering jobs were good and plentiful.
Speaking of Engineers, here's a poem that I found in a science fiction short story anthology, although it probably was more oriented toward Combat Engineers than the "white-collar" engineers described in this article.
The Engineers have hairy ears,
They go without their britches,
They pop their cocks with jagged rocks,
They're hardy sons of bitches.
They screw the whores right through their drawers,
They do not care for trifles --
They hang their balls upon the walls
And shoot at them with rifles.
Much joy they reap by diddling sheep
In divers nooks and ditches;
Nor give they a damn if they be rams --
They're hardy sons of bitches.
A pity, I thought engineering jobs were good and plentiful.
Only if your a frat guy at my school( I wanted to join AXP but got blackballed by some a**). I saw an ad for Fox's latest reality TV show which asked the question "What do you call 25 men chasing after one woman" and I immediately said WPI.