It looks like wasoxygen is farther along than I am in Blue Highways... "I don't work there, I'm employed there," he said to her. Then to me, "I'm supposed to spend my time 'imagineering,' but the job isn't so much a matter of getting something made. You know what my work is? You know what I pay attention to? Covering my tracks. Pretending, covering my tracks, and getting through another day. That's my work. Imagineering's my job." "It isn't that bad, darling." "It isn't that bad on a stick. What I do doesn't matter. There's no damn future whatsoever in what I do, and I don't mean built-in obsolescence. What I do begins and stops each day. There's no convergence between what I know and what I do. And even less with what I want to know." Now he was hosting his wife's salad plate, rolling her cherry tomato around "You've learned lots," she said. "Just lots." "I've learned this, Twinkie: when America outgrows engineering, we'll begin to have something.""The woman said, "Cal works at General Electric in Louisville. He's a metallurgical engineer."