Random Thought Thread

wind is just starting to pick up now and it's bringing low temps with it- 11 degrees this morning, and by around noon we'll be at around 6 degrees. We're looking at topping out around 25kt wind. And with everything being saturated there will be problems. I predict we'll lose power by 2 and that the next couple days will be a little challenging.
we lost power at 2:22

a lot of people got it way worse
 
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200 gallons of sick misery

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The new(ish) Mori Seiki GV-503 has a sump designed for plastics with a two compartment sump separated by a rolling filter mesh that is continuously cleared by sprays that is a part of a chip conveyer that uses paddles instead of augers and normal conveyer belting and is able to process chips from plastic machining, and this is one reason I got this for our scales production - because dealing with regular machine tool sumps in the past has been a nightmare. It doesn't work. Shit gets through and the cotton in micarta is a food source for sump yogurt. It got pretty bad and I had to muck it out. You need to get it all or it will start all over again. I started on Sunday at noon and I (sort of) finished today at about 6:00.

Sump mucking is gross, tedious and hard on the back and skin. reaching up in there digging out slimy sump livers. I f*cking hate it so much. soooo much.

Today was a bad day.
Not one-ups-manship, this just reminded me of my most hated tasks from many years ago. At a flavor plant in Baltimore we had a below ground sump where all process water went. It had to be cleaned out every 6 months or so. It was probably 8 ft x 8 ft x 10 ft deep. Four 3” sump pumps with associated pipe and wiring.

I would smell for days after cleaning it or replacing a pump, so I feel for you.
 
I would smell for days after cleaning it or replacing a pump, so I feel for you.
That reminded me just now of a large seizure we had of cocaine base which was mixed into 55 gallon drums of guava paste in the early 90's.

My partner and I had to be on hand when the lab techs came to the undercover warehouse to determine the percentage of cocaine in each of the many barrels which had been seized.

We would go home reeking of the smell of both guava and drugs, and our clothes were fouled with it so that we couldn't bring them home.

To this day, if I smell guava I immediately get a flashback to those months we had to deal with it and it get a quasi-nauseous, lightheaded feeling.
 
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