[Migrated, see pinned post] Casual Conversation

Two days.

I started a job at a 'shake and shingle mill' on the west coast. These places essentially receive cedar logs and produce little slats of wood used for pretty shingles on the sides and tops of houses. Ooo, pretty. The process is unchanged since like the 1700s, and the equipment since the Great War, I think. To make one into the other, first a huge saw cuts the logs into 2' segments. Tip that on end and drive a wedge into it repeatedly via pneumatic piston, and you have smaller pieces. Those pieces would go to the cut saw to be made square and tidy, and then bundled into a unit to sell. So far so good?

I started as the low man, the dude who takes the split wood to the saw, and who tips the sewn logs over to position the 2' section for the splitfest. And I'm running back and forth and it's dangerous as shit -- the floor's wet wood because it's a big shed and the incoming cedar is rainforest cedar, and it's always bleeding water out when it's being cut. The entire place is wet. So I'm careful, but the splitter guy isn't. It's not the end of day one and he drives the wedge into his hand. WITH the grain, so he's not losing fingers, but it's gonna be a while melding that vulcan salute back together. Yay, promotion! We short-hand it - oho! - and I'm doing 1.5 jobs until go-home time.

Next day, like almost first thing, one of the guys running the big saw loses some fingertips. Go see that (sfw) video, see how the panel drops, and imagine how that could have happened. So he's off to the doc. And another guy steps over and he's gonna show me how to use that machine so we don't fall behind -- and it's like 2 min before coffee and the guy they just hired to fill the job I started at, he slips on the wood in his sneakers and falls out this big hole in the side of the barn where there's a conveyor the wood comes in. He falls like 10 feet onto the ground, hard. It's dirt, but when a 20 year old kid pauses you know he's injured. Yep, he's twisted the hell out of his ankle and fall on his arm a bit. He drives automatic, so he's off in his own car to take himself to A&E. And we're down two.

During coffee, I go to the boss. It has been a rough two days; and despite how safe it normally is, I definitely need my hands or I don't need to save for the comp sci degree anymore. Reluctant handshake and it's all in the rearview.