Machinist at large
I had to bail one of my co-workers out of a jam the last couple days, and they were pleased to be bailed so well,I’ll tell you.
Actually, it was a misunderstanding on the part of the people providing the tooling, but it didn’t jelp anything in the long run.
So I had to modify a chuck adapter and make a locating device, a little bit or lathe work, some of it pretty touchy, and some mill time. It was nice to be back in the toolroom, I do enjoy spinning the handles.
Still picking razor sharp lathe curl out of hair and shoelaces and shirtpockets, though.
There’s a lot of fun to be had dodging smoking-hot razor-edged curls of metal as they dance & whip through the air just a few inches from your face. Quit a few years back I spent long days trying to pull that crap out of a Warner-Swasey automatic screw machine with a long hook as it was hogging metal and spewing cutting oil all over the place.
That sort of thing cured me forever of carrying plastic butane lighters in the shop, too. The shop foreman had a Bic lighter on his desk with a metal chip melted deep into the plastic where it burned through his shop apron, shirt pocket, & the lighter. The chip cooled down enough in the journey to not fire up the butane.
Welding broke me of Butane lighters. Have done miles of curls though. Got to where I wore some gloves to handle it. Some sort of imitation leather.
Aw, to be young again.