Short Story Flight 3531 Of Charlotte - 1389 Words

â€Å"Flight 3531 to Charlotte†, read the ticket in my hand. I placed it on my bed and gazed around my room for any belongings that I would want to have along for the week. With all the traveling that I experienced throughout my career, I generally knew what was required for a week-long trip. Shirts, pants, socks, dress shoes, ties, a briefcase, toiletries, notepads, a camera, and my personal computer. I began to grow anxious about my trip across the ocean as I packed my suitcase but knew that only professionalism would be appropriate. After a long day of scheduling, overseeing, designing, machining, and negotiating, I rolled onto my bed and slowly began to drift into deep sleep. Realizing that I had slept for only three hours, I felt hesitant to even push the blanket off myself. I slid my â€Å"Comp-Pro† shirt on which displayed a long, narrow and well-engineered object that shined with a bright red glow following an eye-soothing purple shadow, representing the logo of the company. My company is well-known for being the top innovator, researcher, and producer of the highest technological materials and composites. However, every successful business man and woman started from somewhere, whether it was a garage or an existing company that was passed through each generation of a family. Approaching the end of my college studies, I was not offered or informed about any job opportunities to practice my newly developed, Mechanical Engineering skills. I told myself that I would not waste