I was listening to the radio on the way home from hunting tonight, and heard an interesting topic about how some jobs are just really hell.
How about tell us either your worst day on the job, or if your employer was just a total dictator and forced employees to do things that just didn't seem right.
I'll start.
Between 11th and 12th grade I worked for the city of Ponca City as a summer time utility person. Mow grass, do whatever they needed.
One morning got the call to report to the Sanitation plant. Seems the big sweeper where the raw sewage came into the plant had experienced a bearing failure on the lower bearing assembly. (big arms with rubber pads on the bottom to "crush" the solids, you know what those are)
They pumped it down to about 3" deep, and we got in there with the "solids" and tools. The bolt/nut combo's were frozen solid so we kept putting longer cheater bars on the wrenches to get more torque.
Well, there is a time when brute force overcomes the physics of bolt strength and it snapped, with two of us clad only in knee boots onto our backs in the "solids".
The peanut gallery standing on the outside had a major laugh, but hauled us out and put us in a shower that was antibacterial or something, and gave us a change of clothes.
I must have showered for an hour getting home.
Later that night had a date with a lady I'd wanted to go out with for a while. She kept commenting on the "sewer smell" in the car. Said I'd ran over something and that was the smell, but she never went out with me again. LOL
What's yours?
How about tell us either your worst day on the job, or if your employer was just a total dictator and forced employees to do things that just didn't seem right.
I'll start.
Between 11th and 12th grade I worked for the city of Ponca City as a summer time utility person. Mow grass, do whatever they needed.
One morning got the call to report to the Sanitation plant. Seems the big sweeper where the raw sewage came into the plant had experienced a bearing failure on the lower bearing assembly. (big arms with rubber pads on the bottom to "crush" the solids, you know what those are)
They pumped it down to about 3" deep, and we got in there with the "solids" and tools. The bolt/nut combo's were frozen solid so we kept putting longer cheater bars on the wrenches to get more torque.
Well, there is a time when brute force overcomes the physics of bolt strength and it snapped, with two of us clad only in knee boots onto our backs in the "solids".
The peanut gallery standing on the outside had a major laugh, but hauled us out and put us in a shower that was antibacterial or something, and gave us a change of clothes.
I must have showered for an hour getting home.
Later that night had a date with a lady I'd wanted to go out with for a while. She kept commenting on the "sewer smell" in the car. Said I'd ran over something and that was the smell, but she never went out with me again. LOL
What's yours?
