ITT: SUU AND ROGER BALK AT YOUR OCCUPATIONAL HAZARDS

[Roly Poly Oly-Garch]

The forklift that goes to the roll-wrapper has 4 levers:

1. Up and down.
2. Tilt forward and back.
3. Twist.
4. Grab and release (it's a roll-lift, so instead of forks imaging giant huggy arms that just want to squeeze you and love you to death)

So, I'm getting trained on this thing a couple weeks ago. When I should have pulled lever 3, I pushed lever 4, which led to a 2000 pound roll of paper getting un-hugged from about 6 feet up. Luckily, I had been holding it on it's side, so instead of just plopping down on it's flat bottom and stopping, it hit the ground and rolled right at the guy who was training me. He grinned and moved out of the way. I stopped shaking last night at about 9 pm.

[Suu]

The forklift that goes to the roll-wrapper has 4 levers:

1. Up and down.
2. Tilt forward and back.
3. Twist.
4. Grab and release (it's a roll-lift, so instead of forks imaging giant huggy arms that just want to squeeze you and love you to death)

So, I'm getting trained on this thing a couple weeks ago. When I should have pulled lever 3, I pushed lever 4, which led to a 2000 pound roll of paper getting un-hugged from about 6 feet up. Luckily, I had been holding it on it's side, so instead of just plopping down on it's flat bottom and stopping, it hit the ground and rolled right at the guy who was training me. He grinned and moved out of the way. I stopped shaking last night at about 9 pm.

I really want one of these. In Bobcat-form. This way, when I do my own plowing, I can also hug cars and move them out of the way when they aren't moved during a parking ban.

[minuspace]

I just had a sewing machine needle fly right for my FUCKING FACE. AGAIN. Fortunately, I was wearing safety glasses this time as I've been known to get a little hardcore. Ask Richter, I accidentally his crotch last workshop day. With Luna's machine.

That's crazy - I've been playing with a bunch of Brother machines these past few weeks and it never occurred to me those things can be dangerous - although heavy - I love how I look like a hit man when it's in it's carrying case
(edit: sewing and knitting are different, I was referring to latter (hookers got me))

[East Coast Hustle]

Occupational hazards, you say?

My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.

I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.

[Telarus]

I'm not allowed to talk about my occupational hazards, except to say that they may or may not involve the Hounds of Tindalos.

[Suu]

Occupational hazards, you say?

My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.

I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.

My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.

[Cain]

Blood, feces, infection, physical violence, insomnia, depression....just off the top of my head.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

We have eye wash stations around the plant. I'm guessing things can go spew sometimes. And we're supposed to wear safety goggles when hot and cold testing, so maybe things go splodey sometimes.

As for my other job, cray crays. Lots of cray crays.

[Suu]

My sewing machine has cruise control. I don't use it because I don't trust it. The last time that happened, it turned the husband's metalworking materials into a darling bolero jacket.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

The forklift that goes to the roll-wrapper has 4 levers:

1. Up and down.
2. Tilt forward and back.
3. Twist.
4. Grab and release (it's a roll-lift, so instead of forks imaging giant huggy arms that just want to squeeze you and love you to death)

So, I'm getting trained on this thing a couple weeks ago. When I should have pulled lever 3, I pushed lever 4, which led to a 2000 pound roll of paper getting un-hugged from about 6 feet up. Luckily, I had been holding it on it's side, so instead of just plopping down on it's flat bottom and stopping, it hit the ground and rolled right at the guy who was training me. He grinned and moved out of the way. I stopped shaking last night at about 9 pm.

I used to work on those fucking things, once upon a time.  Some fucking GENIUS put the hydraulic pumps right at the fucking bottom of the cabinet, where you could only get 1/6 of a rotation at a time with a wrench.

HATE HATE HATE

[The Good Reverend Roger]

As far as I'm aware, I'm the only serious occupational hazard at my workplace

HOWEVER:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoiWtj-N49w

[East Coast Hustle]

Occupational hazards, you say?

My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.

I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.

My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.

Fuck that. I hate being fully enclosed. Plus, scar tissue is armor.

[Salty]

Today, a pretty lady farted and drooled at the same time.

[LMNO]

Occupational hazards, you say?

My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.

I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.

My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.

Fuck that. I hate being fully enclosed. Plus, scar tissue is armor.

Hey, sort of on-topic, when would be the best time to head up and eat everything on your menu?  Preferably, not a lot of tourists, but the kicthen is still in fighting shape.

[Suu]

Occupational hazards, you say?

My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.

I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.

My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.

Fuck that. I hate being fully enclosed. Plus, scar tissue is armor.

Hey, sort of on-topic, when would be the best time to head up and eat everything on your menu?  Preferably, not a lot of tourists, but the kicthen is still in fighting shape.

Ditto.

And LMNO, you and the missus are welcome to rendez-vous here in Port City on the way and pick up two foodie hitchhikers. Or one, depending if the husband has duty or not.