Posted on 01/31/2015 4:50:31 PM PST by PJ-Comix
My God,that’s pathetic.
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28 to 40 were my most productive...
It's WORSE than you think. Boy Wobbly also CROWDFUNDED a Florida vacation for himself because he felt all worn out from "work."
He should try working 80 hour weeks in his mid fifties. It aint a picnic. Oh and then have uncle sam take half of what you make to give it to low lifes like him....
More proof that there’s a sucker born every minute.
If any of my kids or grand kids ever pulled anything like this they would be out of my life.
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Me and 3 other guys had to replace a 500MW UPS with 192 batteries in two days. 3 of us were over 50.
Pulling one out and a new one in.
This punk of junk would have had a heart attack in the first two hours.
A few months back there was a contract tech opening (probably break/fix) at Google’s data center a couple of counties away.
I must have had 5 or 6 recruiters drive me insane for a couple of days. If I wasn’t already in a FT slot closer to home, I would have been interested. A paying job usually beats having none at all and I had that period a while back.
I’m 58 and had to do 56 hours back in August. I did it because my project had to succeed and I believe in what I do.
It wasn’t physical labor, but the mental part can exact a physical toll too.
But it did take a toll. I have to avoid that.
Keep your eyes open. We just filled an NC slot.
Ga. wants a chiller guy if you know that business.
Thanks for the heads up. What little AC/R I had was decades ago.
We just brought on a decades old MGE and it was a good thing.
This writer of this article calls himself a ‘journalist’, a ‘writer’???? And at the grand old age of 28, the article writer is crying ‘Uncle’?
How did this writer get a job in a national news organ at the tender, untried, not paid your dues in journalism, maybe out of college for 2 years, age of 24? Was it a case of ‘not who you know .. (you adults know the rest)?
I have been writing for most of my life. I put myself through the Long Ridge Writers’ School, in 1993. I finally landed a column in the local regional newspaper, in 2006, and did so for 6 years, till I officially retired. So, let’s do some math. 2006 minus 1993 is 13 years, no? So, this kid has no credibility.
For those that recognize the name, Harlan Ellison, who wrote the script for ‘The City On the Edge of Forever’, for the original Star Trek broadcasts, is STILL WRITING!!!
What matters is YOU DID IT.
That took will and strength. Hopefully you won’t have to again. But YOU DID IT.
That is exceptional.
PS Long term mental exertion takes its toll, too. Even moreso than physical exertion in some instances. Know. Been there, done that, got the Tshirt.
He is right for me. My wife would kick my a$$ if I worked 128 hours like I did when I was in my early thirties.
I’m just LMAO.
It helps that I am a night owl anyway, I usually get about five hours a night.
What I did was not healthy...I know that. It does take a toll.
But you know what? It is work. There are a lot of folks out there who would give their eyeteeth to have my job, probably a lot better qualified to do it than I am. I have to work harder to make up that deficit.
I remember when I was in the Navy, just 20, got up at 10 AM the day before I was going home on leave, worked my night shift, got out at 0700 the next morning, jumped in my car and drove straight through to my hometown (Jacksonville, FL to Boston, MA) arriving at 0700 the next morning.
I immediately washed my car, got in touch with my friends, partied all day, then went out on a date with a young lady that night, driving 60 miles to Hampton Beach in NH.
Driving home from the beach about 0130 (which is what...64 hours?) with my date in the passenger seat of my MG Midget, I awoke with my head bumping against the fabric roof of the car as the car sped through the grass in the median between the north and southbound lanes of route 495.
The car wasn’t damaged, and we weren’t hurt.
But I was horrified and ashamed. I could have killed that girl, or someone else. It had just never occurred to me that I could involuntarily fall asleep at the wheel.
Since that event, I have never allowed myself to fall asleep at the wheel. (Yes, I did use the word “allow”) I still drive long distances and long hours, but I am not going to let that happen.
I had an experience when I was in the Navy where we arrived in Norfolk after a Med deployment, and one of our A7 Corsairs couldn’t fly and needed an engine changed.
We were all hot to get home, but they assigned five or six of us to get the engine swapped out and tested so the plane could fly back to Cecil Field, so when everyone else left, we had to stay behind, which when you are 19, is tough, because you want to see your friends.
I was too excited to sleep then night before we pulled in, so when we all got off they ship, they craned the plane onto the dock, and we pulled it through two lanes of automobile traffic to a hangar, where the engine was waiting for us. I think we worked all the way through the night, and finally got the engine in. I recall after we had put it in, we had to pull the damn thing back out again, because we couldn’t get the gasket between the front of the engine and the plane to seal correctly.
Let me tell you, if there was ever a time in my life where I seriously wanted to break the rules of maintenance, it it was that time. The gasket had twisted in an an area we didn’t spot, and when we were doing our final check after the damn mounts had been put in, fuel lines and throttle linkages calibrated and everything safety wired, we found that damned twisted seal.
I remember working at it with two screwdrivers trying to get it to pop into place, when I realized that if I persisted, I was going to tear that gasket. (It was a big, circular, reinforced fabric gasket about an inch and a half or two inches thick. I had to break the bad news, so we had to disconnect everything, back the engine out and then in, and now the gasket was a bit deformed, and REALLY made it difficult. We cussed and sweated at that thing for hours, and finally got the mounts in place the gasket correctly sealed.
The sun was coming up as we finished, and our last task was clean up. I was sweeping a bunch of absorbent material up, and stopped for a minute with my arms folded on top of the pole of a push broom.
I laid my head on my forearms, and immediately fell fast asleep standing there, but only for a second.
I awoke when my arms slipped off the broom pole and that thing just about gouged my eye out, as I awakened to sharp pain in my eye socket as my consciousness exploded in white stars like getting hit on the head.
Well, bravo to you, I say. Real life, lived by real people, is a risky proposition. That’s part of the beauty of it. I can’t believe I made it to age 30 given some of the things I did. But you talk to people and you realize that’s sort of the norm. If anything, I wish I had taken more risks. I truly believe that God is essentially youthful and designed us to experience joy through risk taking — tempered by knowledge and judgement of course.
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