Or, how I learned to wear gloves.
See, in cutting up engines from Very Large, Heavy Pieces of Cast Iron into pieces no larger than 2" across, one cannot simply use a single large saw. Instead, I start with a large hydraulic bandsaw, then move down to the big Delta cut-off wheel, then the medium Leco cut-off wheel, then the small Discotom cut-off wheel. If necessary, I can go one step smaller, to the very cute, well-behaved Struers fine wheel, which performs precision cuts through the use of video game noises. No, I have no idea either.
The epic begins with the Delta saw not working. So Dave, whose job it is to maintain the saws, calls Maintenance to put in a work order. (No, of course he isn't allowed to do it himself. The Union has
rules about that sort of thing.) They come down, take a look, and explain that the coolant has things living in it, which is gumming up the works. They looked at the other saws, and all but the Struers have things living in the coolant as well. Dave ordered an industrial-sized
barrel of biocide, and new coolant which accepts biocide without reacting to it. This week, they have mostly been cleaning the grime off these wheels, then flushing the systems with biocide, then mixing up the new coolant formation.
The new coolant is not dirty dish water colored, as the old one was. Instead, it is pink. Bright, pepto-bismol pink.
It also irritates my hands. I mean, the old coolant did too, but not like this. I get
hives from it. This is not because it is coolant, but because it is a slightly acidic buffer solution. It h as to do with the way that aluminum reacts with water to become caustic. You don't want your coolant eating through the lines, so you have to buffer the solution. It's just my luck that it irritates my skin. So I must wear elbow-length gloves while using these machines now -_-
In other news, the porn I have been slowly writing for weeks is done. It came out fluffy.
Title: Ten Thousand Ways
Fandom: DP, still not owned by me, which means that I still fail utterly to make money on this
Rating: R
Warnings: It's
porn. Explicit porn. How much clearer can I get?
( In Which Dan Can't Say the L Word )So, yeah. That is Haunted Past. It took too long to write, not because I didn't know where I was going, but because I didn't know the road to take. Ah well.
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