We (Engineering) sit in a quiet corner of the office just out of earshot of the inane wittering of the commercial team. Occasionally one of the scientists will borrow a spare desk for some peace and quiet. A while ago she’d been sitting there for about an hour when she piped up,
“I’ve heard hardened shaft, reaming, black COC which might be ‘things’ but there is no way there is a thing called a sex bolt, you’re just making that up”
Just remembered this one. A few weeks ago, one of the female engineers projects was getting messed about by the people who are in charge of writing the safety documents. Upshot, (after some arguing) was that they had to knock off early for the day. So Debbie, (engineer) marches down the office shouting at not inconsiderable volume
“…. and now I’m going to have to go and pull all my men off!”
Half a day off and a hand shandy? Lucky bastards. 😆
Managed to get “dirty flange” into a report this week.
By accident or design? A colleague of mine, in the early days of spellcheck, unwittingly replaced all incidents of ‘warehouse’ in a report with ‘whorehouse’
My day is mostly spent doing up and undoing various types, shapes and sizes of flanges. Screwed flange, blank flange and slip on weld flange to name but a few.
Last weeks hilarity surrounded a knob falling off a solenoid, the knob was replaced in the wrong orientation and created 2 days of flange spitting and pipe cleaning 👿
We frequently have to discuss the penetration capability of things, and correspondingly, the resistance of things to penetration. I consider it a marker that the joy has been crushed out of someone when they lose the slight smirk…