This Ain't A Scene, Its a God Damned Arms Race (May 9, 2007)

Current mood:anxious

I really feel like blogging right now, but I don't have anything I really want to talk about. I'm bored, Keri's at work, Jason's asleep, and Rick is at my bar. Sad me, all alone and everso bored.

I DID break stuff today. Thats always good. My machine at work faulted out and told me that I had a broken tool, which is no big deal. It happens. What you do when that happens is you return everything to its starting point and then you tell it to take the tool that is being used (i.e. the broken one) and put it back in the tool holder thing, which looks like a big metal wagon wheel with 'c' shaped hooks all around the outside of it that hold tools. So, I told it to go back to i starting point, right? Right.Well, what it did instead was it took the tool that was in the spindle (the one that was being used. The broken one.) and ran it up into the side of the machine. Then it took the tool holder thing, the changer, and smashed it into the spindle. The spindle is a mighty, mighty thing. The changer is, too, but apparently not AS mighty. This wagon wheel looking thing's spokes are about as big around as my wrist and are made from solid steel. They snapped in half. This dropped all the tools out of it but 3 (there are 10). And the noise this thing made was un-fucking-real. OMG. Scared the crap outa me. Anyhow, they can't fx it because they don't have a spare wheel thing, so my machine is way broke until they can order another one. Yippee. That always means more work for me. :(

In other news, until that happened, I smiled alot today. :D