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I worked in a machine type shop. (I say type cause we made other things) My first job was a "setup man" I made the presses do what they were supposed to.
1.) Spend a whole day putting together this really complicated set of dies and punches to do what amounted to a really simple job when you thought it out. Took eight hours to get fixed right, and twenty minutes to write up a different plan and submit to engineering. The redesigned setup plan took me five minutes to install and begin running parts.
2.) GROSS ALERT!!!!!! Consider yourself warned!
I'm not kidding. The next one is really nasty!
Your funeral.
Spent six hours searching every square inch of a machine for parts of a guy's hand. Specifically I was looking for his fingers. I cleaned out every bit of grease, every spot on that machine, looking for those digits. Only to later find out that he'd picked them up before the shock set in and pocketed them. My boss actually knew this but forgot to tell me.
After a bit I was (due to my computer background) promoted to operate this CNC table saw.
3.) Clean out the bagger. Boss sends me out to clean out the dust collection cyclone with a...broom. Fat lotta good that did. Spent the better part of the day covered in sawdust and smelling like pine tar. Only to have to do it again the next day, and the next...until some idiot figured out how to stick a dumper under it.
4.) The great toilet panel search.
This ended up being really hilarious. We lost a panel. No big deal, normally you'd go just cut a new one and send it along. This time however, it happened to be this really specific color, which naturally meant that we had a ton of it in stock, and plenty of wood to send out a new one. However the customer didn't want a new panel. They wanted the old one, which they never got. I searched up and down for DAYS looking for that one panel, in that specific color. Up and down, left and right, and still never found it. Giving up, the supervisor and I had a new panel made, and then took it out back to dirty up. We put mud on that thing, dust, you name it and then declared lo and behold we found the missing panel. Shipped it to the customer and all were happy.
Two weeks later, we get a call from the contractor. They'd found the missing panel, which had somehow been labled hardware, but now they couldn't find the hardware.
You could hear the supervisor groan through out the building.
I worked in a machine type shop. (I say type cause we made other things) My first job was a "setup man" I made the presses do what they were supposed to.
1.) Spend a whole day putting together this really complicated set of dies and punches to do what amounted to a really simple job when you thought it out. Took eight hours to get fixed right, and twenty minutes to write up a different plan and submit to engineering. The redesigned setup plan took me five minutes to install and begin running parts.
2.) GROSS ALERT!!!!!! Consider yourself warned!
I'm not kidding. The next one is really nasty!
Your funeral.
Spent six hours searching every square inch of a machine for parts of a guy's hand. Specifically I was looking for his fingers. I cleaned out every bit of grease, every spot on that machine, looking for those digits. Only to later find out that he'd picked them up before the shock set in and pocketed them. My boss actually knew this but forgot to tell me.
After a bit I was (due to my computer background) promoted to operate this CNC table saw.
3.) Clean out the bagger. Boss sends me out to clean out the dust collection cyclone with a...broom. Fat lotta good that did. Spent the better part of the day covered in sawdust and smelling like pine tar. Only to have to do it again the next day, and the next...until some idiot figured out how to stick a dumper under it.
4.) The great toilet panel search.
This ended up being really hilarious. We lost a panel. No big deal, normally you'd go just cut a new one and send it along. This time however, it happened to be this really specific color, which naturally meant that we had a ton of it in stock, and plenty of wood to send out a new one. However the customer didn't want a new panel. They wanted the old one, which they never got. I searched up and down for DAYS looking for that one panel, in that specific color. Up and down, left and right, and still never found it. Giving up, the supervisor and I had a new panel made, and then took it out back to dirty up. We put mud on that thing, dust, you name it and then declared lo and behold we found the missing panel. Shipped it to the customer and all were happy.
Two weeks later, we get a call from the contractor. They'd found the missing panel, which had somehow been labled hardware, but now they couldn't find the hardware.
You could hear the supervisor groan through out the building.
), I got promoted to Printer. 6 months before I left, I was told to take out all of the old printing plates that hadn't been used in gawd-know-how-long. I asked for a list. "Some companies only order once every so-many-years, but heres a list of everything we already have." *sigh* So, needless to say, I spent the better part of a month going through nearly 10,000 printing plates (and shock of all shocks, I still remember where a good 500 of them reside!),taking out anything that was old (i.e. falling apart, going mouldy - some of the plates were a natural rubber , and thus would mould - sliding off the backing, etc) and I know there were approximately 100 plates that I would have to dig back OUT of the boxes to print up an order. Those got put back into the cabinet. So, now I have a small pallet by my desk, with 8 2cu boxes full of printing plates that I may or may not ever need.
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