After several weeks of relative peace, mayhem once again descended upon the plant -- and it came with a vengeance. I mean, if something could go wrong, it did.
Well, not exactly. The plant didn't burn down or get hit by a tornado, but short of that....yeah. It was mayhem.
For a long time, I wondered why all the poop seemed to hit the fan on Thursday. I think I finally figured it out.
It's Loki. The Norse god of fire and trickery. Maybe that explains why he plays his tricks on the brazers. You know, because we work with fire. Never mind. I'm tired.
Speaking of Loki, brazers get burned all the time. When you melt metal for a living, it's just one of the hazards of the job. While it's never pleasant, you kind of get used to it. Still, every so often, something happens that makes even the strongest of us get all squicky.
Shortly before lunch, Supervisor Ronnie called all the brazers together for a safety brief. Earlier this week, one of the brazers on second shift was wiping the sweat from her brow, only she still had her hot brazing rod in her hand. She ended up burning her eyelid and eyeball very badly. They don't think she will have any permanent vision loss, but I can't even begin to imagine how much it hurt.
The lesson here is, if you work with very hot stuff, make sure you put it down before wiping your face.