Back to back. 4/21/2006
It’s been a long time with minimal updates, as you may, or may not have noticed. To those of you readers who only log in for the Girl Fridays, you ain’t missing much, since you don’t bother reading any of the posts anyway.
For the few of you who do actually take an interest in what I post, things have been a little hectic of late. Work keeps getting in the way of my personal time, with me having to work on the previous weekend. And I’ll be doing so again this weekend. Basically involving lifts, and the safety thereof. No, I’m not talking about those boxes in buildings that move up and down with people in them, and various perverts with cams hidden in their shopping bags and inset into the tops of their sneakers. I am refering to moving very large items in wooden crates, with weights measured in tonnes.
One of the items in question was large, and heavy. So heavy that the Civil Engineering consultant asked that the floor beneath be propped when the item was being moved within the building. I almost choked on my coffee when I heard this. So during the next logistics meeting, we traded verbal resumes and project references. And he asked for my help for this particular case. I asked what he was being so anxious about, and he replied that he had never designed a building floor to take a point load measured in tonnes per square inch. I almost laughed at this, when I realised that not too long ago, that could have easily been me sitting across the table, worrying about whether my calculations were sufficient. So I took the trouble to lead him through the entire movement step by step, and we laid to rest his fears by redoing the load calcs.
For the information of JoMel, I am NOT a civil engineer.
So lots of time was consumed with work, hence the lack of posts. Needless to say, the lifts and movements proceeded smoothly, aside from the slight hiccough of the mobile crane operator bringing the inspection certificate for a completely different machine. I naturally halted the lift, until the correct certificate was produced. When the correct cert finally arrived, the lifting began, and I retired to a quiet corner for a roll-up. The 3 walkie-talkies on my belt were bleating incessantly. So I gave up the whole idea of sneaking away, and re-joined the party.
Just in time to see a pick-up being driven under the crane boom, while the lift was going on. To say I went ballistic would have been putting it mildly. The driver of the pick-up got torn a new arsehole, courtesy of me, and the site safety officer confiscated his pass, rendering him without work for the day. Which is a big deal when you’re paid on a daily basis.
And Viceice can be disappointed, because the Girl Fridays won’t be back to back.
- Posted in : General
- Author : thesnark
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Damn! But it’s FRIDAY >.
‘I am refering to moving very large items in wooden crates, with weights measured in tonnes.’
Man, I can’t even bench press anything near that!!!
Actually, reminds me of the huge safe we had where we last worked. They ended up chucking it out, but it was so heavy it had to be kept by one of the suport pillars of the building. [It was useless by that stage anyway, as no one knew the combination to it, so it was always kept open!]
Though, the safe obviously isn’t anywhere near as heavy as whatever you’ve been moving. [Tonnes per square inch … man, even I don’t weight that much!!!!] 
Dabido, the stuff I am dealing involves me having a Radiation Protection Officer’s License. And no JoMel, I don’t glow in the dark.
I’d rather have a particular “boy friday” just for curiosity’s sake. I suppose usually girls are better to look at though. Unless we’re talking about guys who bat for the other team…