Thanks, the surgery is a piece of cake, as a matter of fact, the last one I had, the Doctor was eating cake all through the procedure. I had 16 operations but most were all from fun things like surfing. The rest were just from wearing parts out working. In commercial construction everything seems to be at least a thousand pounds. I once had to re build a NYC garbage incinerator. (five million bucks) One thing we had to do was to change the circuit breakers. I figured how hard can that be? You need a fork lift to take them out and put them back in. And believe it or not, they were also GFCIs.
We had to crawl into the breaker space to clean and grease the bus bars that they connect to. And we had to do that while they were alive. 480 volts. :eek:
They don't let you do that any more because a lot of construction now has become Sissy work where you are not allowed to work live any more. :rolleyes:
It used to me MAN work. If you got hurt or croaked, thats the way it was.
It's like when I was in Viet Nam. You were expected to get hurt. Shrapnel hurts like, well, you know what. But it makes a Man out of you. If they were shooting Styrofoam bullets at you, they would have little girls doing it.
Now they have Ladies in combat, but we didn't have any of those. They are probably tougher than me but I don't want to find out. :confused:
Now I also think they have some sort of bed or air mattress to sleep on and a roof of some sort, maybe even air conditioning. We could have anything we wanted, as long as it was made out of mud or you could fill it with mud, like sand bags. I filled thousands of those. Heavy suckers. :)
This was a mans way to live. Nice clearing in the jungle. Mud under you and rain over you. Those aren't tents, tents are for sissies, those are poncho's. We also had electricity. During lightning storms. :cool:
Plenty of running water, it ran all over you.
I have no idea how I got on this from trigger finger. :p
