Who The Hell Are You?

Who the hell am I?  Well, my name is Brett Littleton, I’m 27 years old, and I call Colorado home, although I don’t see it as often as I’d like.  In late 2007 I took a position as a Field Service Technician at a company that, for now, shall remain nameless.  Field Service Technician.  Sounds fancy.  Not really.  The guy that comes and hooks up your cable is a Field Service Technician.  What makes my work interesting, and my blog worth reading, is the fact that in my case, ‘the field’ spans four countries on three continents, and since signing on the dotted line I’ve spent just about half of my life travelling to and fro.  Here’s a look at where I spent 2011.

A Monday morning sunrise at Denver International Airport. I see a fair amount of these…

Instead of hooking up cable, I service and install (kick and cuss at) a high-tech laser-based measurement system in coal-burning power plants.  Now, most of you have never been in a power plant.  They’re dirty.  Really dirty.  Asbestos abounds.  Often after a day of work I look like I just got off the set of that chimney sweep spot in Mary Poppins.  They’re also hot.  Really hot.  I’ve measured damn near 200 degrees where I was working (Oh yee of little faith, I have pictures, you’ll see them eventually).  Normal people won’t do this shit because they’re pussies, or have self-preservation instincts or whatever.  But they pay me alright, and fly me all over the world.  The good news is that this lasery-measurey-thingy is supposed to help reduce greenhouse gasses, and as such I can drink my way across the small towns of this little rock of ours and still claim that I’m helping to make it a better place.

A hot and dirty day in Germany

Turns out, power plants aren’t the kind of thing that people want anywhere near them (interesting, because most of us like it when our lights turn on).  That means most of the places I visit have a certain where-the-fuck-is-that quality about them.  Muleshoe, Texas.   Ottumwa, Iowa.  Grevenbroich, Germany.  Get the idea?  I’m typically alone, which sucks, and I typically cope with all the lonely by making myself an irregular regular (a term coined by one of my many bartenders) at the closest watering hole to my hotel.  Getting drunk in random places with random people makes for a decent story or two.


The Jim Bridger Power Station in Rock Springs, Wyoming.

A couple of reasons I wanted to start recording my misadventures, and why you, my dear reader, should give a shit:

1.  First and foremost, there’s some really interesting stuff to see out there.  Really interesting.  And getting sent off the beaten path is a good way to find some of it.

2.  I travel so much I can’t remember what state I was in 3 weeks ago.  I don’t want to forget all these experiences, and I’d like to have something to show for it when I’m done.  Even if that something is a little nest egg and some random unread blog.

3.  I’m slightly more insightful than pornography.

4.  Travel is different from Tourism.  Not worse, just different.  People don’t understand that (4-years-ago-me included).  I’m more of a Traveler than a Tourist, which means I rarely have time to sight see.  “Yes, I flew into Philly.  No, I didn’t see the liberty bell.  I know, it’s a travesty, but I’ll try to make do.”  Travel, in my opinion, is a helluva lot more interesting than tourism, and makes for some incredibly interesting experiences.  I find myself almost instantly injected into the blue-collar culture of my host-towns; the vast majority of tourists wouldn’t dream of setting foot in Buffalo, Texas, let alone living and working there for 2 weeks, and I’ll wager my good leg they don’t bother chatting with the locals.

The bottom line is I think the stories are worth telling and the pictures are worth seeing.  So have a look.  Or go watch a kitty with the hiccups on youtube.  Whatever.


-B. Littleton

21 responses to “Who The Hell Are You?

  1. Smokey D

    Hey Brett it’s your old pal Smokey D. Remember me? We met in San Antonio and shared a Taco Bell Fiesta Family Meal in the K Mart parking lot. Of course you do. Anyway, I’ve noticed you haven’t posted anything in a while. I’m getting kind of antsy here waiting for fresh meat. I know you’ve spent a lot of time in the Orient recently and probably didn’t have access to the internet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t write! Put it down in a notebook and transfer it later. Let the creative juices flow! It’ll give you a lot of opportunity for editing, which is the key to turning good writing into great writing. Nothing is good right off the bat. Did you know Romeo and Juliet was originally titled “Well Hung Jack and Big Tits McGee?” Can you imagine if Shakespeare had just left it at that? Leonardo DiCaprio might never have been born.

  2. Brenda Tracy

    Good morning Bret. This is Brenda. I met you at a Mexican restaurant on Federal Blvd in Denver with your Dad this past summer! Great stuff. And like your friend who wrote (above), let the creative juices flow! If you have anything to write about China or Wyoming (!) that would be fun… I’ve visited China and lived in Wyoming for a spell. Your observations and commentary would be a treat. I have also traveled and worked similar to what you are doing now… all I can say is “I get it.” My gig was doing consulting in particle board plants around the U.S. Not quite as dirty and dangerous as what you are doing, but equally as challenging…. even when everyone did speak the same language! Threw my body on an airplane every Sunday night, raced recklessly down the highway in a rental (You don’t need an autobahn in rural Louisiana! Although 135 mph is impressive! And a BMW!) … and then I tried to be insightful as I hit the plant gates for the Sunday night shift. Threw my body back on a plan on Friday and huddled in my window seat with my jacket up over my head. Anyway, keep it coming Bret. Brenda
    PS Love the people you are meeting too.

  3. paleopies

    Hey, I am Charlie from Cheyenne. I don’t know how I got here. Maybe it’s because I am in the lignite state of Wyoming. I am a refuge from Google+, and our WordPress is my best starship for my blogging developments. Count me as your friend.

  4. The world is a small place: I just came across your blog through your photos of the river Naab in Bavaria, Germany. I live in London and Malta now, but I am originally from Amberg, very close to your current location.


  6. Glad to have come by your blog via FRESHLY PRESSED! Why Remarkable Unremarkable? What’s the tought behind this name?

    • I’m glad you found it too 🙂

      When I started this blog, I was spending most of time traveling to small towns in the middle of nowhere. A lot of my friends told me they were jealous of my travels, and I kept insisting that despite appearances, my life was actually pretty dull. But I guess over time I developed an appreciation for the mundane, and started finding a lot these places pretty remarkable in their own little way.

      I wrote a post a while back that explains this in a little more detail, but I’m on my mobile and it’s a pain to link from here. I’ll throw it up this evening.

      Thanks a lot for your interest 🙂

    • Ok, holy crap that was a delayed response… I’ll be honest, I forgot… If you’re still wondering, here’s why i named the blog what i did.


  7. A Namaste from India. I am Shruti Trivedi. It’s really interesting to go through your blog. You feel like you are the one travelling. (Not tourism-ing!). And i love your pictures. Thanks for sharing!

    • Hi Shruti, it’s nice to meet you :). And you’re more than welcome, thanks for reading it. I’m very glad that you feel like you’re the one traveling, that’s my goal, so I’m glad that’s how lit comes across. Thanks so much for your interest.

  8. Hi there! I came across your blog accidentally. I was searching for some mountain name or something like that and I just foud that Remarkably Unremarkable site. I’m sorry if my English is not perfect, I am not a native speaker. English is my second language, I only studied it and I’ve never been to English speaking countries:) Furthermore I am originally a Slavic speaker which makes things even worse cause I have this very Eastern European accent 🙂 Anyway, your blog is very… educative 🙂 Can’t think of the right word so “educative” has to do. The places that you write about and take pictures of, are really interesting, since they are off the beaten track sooooo much:)
    I’ll keep reading.
    Cheers from Bulgaria (I am sure you do know where the hell is that):) .

    • Hey, it’s nice to meet you… Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. And don’t worry about your English, I understand you perfectly :). It’s quite good, especially considering you’ve never spent any time in an English-speaking country. I’m really glad you found the blog, and i’m really glad you enjoy it.

      Hopefully i can keep finding fun and educative things to write about 🙂

  9. Henrik

    Brett, I ran across your blog accidentally, but I’m glad I did. I always thought you guys – the service guys – had the toughest job at the company, and your blog does a great job of describing what it’s really like. And your writing is brilliant. Look forward to more posts!


    • Hey Henrik… I was pretty surprised to see you found this thing… I’m glad you like it. It’s a pretty tough life, but it keeps things interesting to say the least… I hope all is well with you…

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