Re: TRP: More metal than your mother
I have decided that I want to get on TFLN, so I'm going to start texting highly inappropriate and disgusting random things to people, that are 100% false. This is meant as a forwarning to al of you.
Why not just make crap up and just send it in to them? You don't have to ACTUALLY text.
And what a *ing ending to a week of work. Looks like we're gonna get out early tonight, for the first time since...well, I can't remember, it was that long ago. Ooooops, one of the truck drivers is late, gotta stick around for an extra 30 minutes. Got that done, filed my paperwork, about to leave, when I see CoolBoss frantically waving at me, while talking on the phone. Okayyyy.......
I go over there, and apparently the top section of our 3-section dock door decided it didn't want to be part of the door anymore.
It snapped and flipped forward (towards the inside of the building), and amazingly somehow got caught in a support brace for the doortrack. If that hadn't caught and wedged in there, Cool Boss might have ceased to be as it woulda came crashing down on his head.
So now he, me, and one other co-worker that I called over had to figure out:
1. How to fix the door temporarily, so it can be closed and the security system can be set.
2. After figuring out the solution to fixing the door, how to actually perform the solution.
We ended up on a couple BT Prime Movers (like cherry pickers) and went up there and jury-rigged the door enough so it could close. Unfortunately, I think Cool Boss has to stick around there until the emergency door service can get there tonight and fix it.
So instead of getting out about 15-20 minutes early, I got out about an hour late. That showerbeer never tasted so good.