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School workshop - I setup a CNC router doing a 3D job in plywood. Once I'd set it off (about 9pm) I was stupid busy and left the machine unattended in an otherwise deserted building and went off to another part of the site to do some other work. An hour later a very frazzled facilities lad finds me and tells me my department is on fire. Plywood is very abrasive and I had been a bit ambitious with the feed speed - tool had blunted, plywood got hot, embers into the extraction system, lots of fire. I arrived back at the building just as 8 fire engines, an incident control vehicle,one of those mega ladder vehicles and 50+ firefighters rocked up. The next 6 hours were some of the worst of my career!
Typing that I'm even less sure how I kept my job!
Hired a truck to move house. It was virtually identical to my dad's which I had driven hundreds of times. I set the mirrors, got in and reversed it straight back into a brand new car. Crushed both doors, shattered windows, caved in the door pillar - thing was a right off. I still remember that sinking feeling.
Driving back from undergrad mapping trip in South of France, decided to go via the Vercors. However, car had a hissy fit and blows up gearbox. Get towed to local garage in Grenoble where it is apparent it cannot be fixed in France (being a Datsun and having never been imported to France). So arrange to be collected and taken home by AA 5 star in 2 days time. Meanwhile wife of garage owner books us into a friends hotel 3 miles away and drives us there for the night. Go to check the insurance documents and realise that I had left the folder with all my documents, including my passport, on the roof of her car as we had got into it at the garage.
Cue a sleepless night and a long walk back in the morning only to find that someone had found it on the road and had handed it in to the garage office.
Phew
I spread a pre production test VX220 Turbo over about 150m of the A325 a few years ago.
That didn't go down well at work. At all.
many years ago i was on holiday with my wife in Dunoon, tried parking the car on the quayside and whilst reversing didnt take care to see where the edge was, reversed straight off so the car was seesawing, wife went to get out and screamed at her to stay put, luckily the tide was out and lots of passers by ran down to push the car up.
Hired a motorhome in italy.
Scraped it down the side of a lorry within an hour of picking it up.
€1500 deposit.
Ouch.
Used to be an air defence engineer in RAF.
Was servicing a surface to air missile system in a hangar.
Ended up putting the generator unit outside the hangar doors, whilst working on the main launcher unit inside the hangar and feeding the cable between the two through a gap in the closed hangar doors.
A few hours went by and I needed to open the hangar doors in a hurry, but forgot about the generator outside and cable through the doors.
Hangar doors weigh quite a bit and a generator on the end of a cable wasn't going to stop them trying to open
.....the resulting mess was rather embarrassing and expensive
Quoted a very big and important customer for £100k worth of kit for a big contract they had, which they subsequently ordered.
My buy price from the manufacturer for all that kit, it later transpired, was £125k.
Last year during a visit to my parents we all went out for a trip. I was driving my parents car with some of my kids and their cousins and my parents were driving a hire car (cheaper that way on the insurance). We arrived back at my folk's house and they have a drive running up the side of the house. I parked the car and everyone got out and I locked it and went to open the back door when one of the kids suddenly shouted 'Look! The car!' I turned round to see the car slowly rolling down the drive towards the road. At this moment my parents were arriving to see their car hurtling backwards onto the street with their son desperately hanging off the front bumper and hitting the wall of the neighbour who lives opposite's wall. Still can't fathom how I forgot to apply the handbrake. 😳
I may or may not have had a hand in the overheating of an engine, to destruction. To date the repairs (which are still ongoing) have cost the company I work for upwards of half a million quid. The thinking is another £8-900k will have us back in the position we were in prior to the "incident".
*rolls over*
*cuddles girl*
"There there, Sarah, it's OK"
(It wasn't Sarah I was cuddling)
A work mate borrowed an extremely expensive mountain bike years ago (early 90s?) from his rich friend and offered me a spin on it. As the resident bike "expert", I declared that the brake cables needed adjusting. How strange, I thought, that the adjuster needed a spanner rather than the knurled ones I was used to. But the cables were very well oiled.... Sinking feeling as a puddle of hydraulic fluid appeared on the floor. Had to go back to the shop for a bleed, who had no clue what to do with it either.
A few years ago I got the job of ply lining a new company van. I'd just finished and went to shut the rear door when something pricked my finger. I looked to see what it was, it was the end of a screw sticking out through the door. I think there was four on each door. One day old and in the body shop it went.
Just saw this one:
A spelling mistake by Companies House has forced a family engineering business under. Taylor & Sons Ltd was a successful engineering firm in Cardiff, with 250 employees, when an administrative blunder by Companies House destroyed the business overnight.The Metro reported that the problem arose when an administrative assistant was updating the details of a similar-sounding company that had been wound up. The real liquidated company was Taylor and Son Ltd in Manchester. The administrator confused the two firms, and mistakenly indicated that the Cardiff firm was in liquidation.
They corrected the mistake three days later, but by then the damage was already done. The details had been passed onto credit reference agencies, so their suppliers all believed that the company was going down the tubes.
The High Court ruled that the failure of the business was due to the mistake by Companies House, and they have been ordered to pay £8.8 million in damages.
Some Government employee mistypes a company name and it ends up with an £8.8 million bill. Glad i don't have to carry that cost!
Oh, hang on....... 👿
The 3 worst for me during a big MTB off.
The quiet before the impact.
The sense of impending doom before the pain starts.
Not wanting to open eyes to see what not pointing the right way.
Off the bike the worst is when my Daughter either hurts herself or is scared - her face screws up and at first the scream/cry is so high pitched it's not audible - then is sort of drops in tone until it's deafening - honestly I'd ride through a plate glass window naked before I saw her bop her head on her cot - it kills me a bit inside.
As part of my degree I did a year’s placement at a very large chemical works.
One of my tasks was to oversee some contractors who were installing handrails in a tank farm. One freezing February night they left site without installing a section of rail on a walkway. They should have done it and I and another guy, as the signatories on the work permit, shouldn’t have let them leave it unfinished.
That evening a tanker came up the river to unload ethanol. One of the jetty crew had slipped earlier in the day on ice and broken his hip, so they were already in a “funny mood”. They came to my tank farm to open the valve for the unload and noticed that the handrail was missing. So they refused to do it.
The ship had to head out back to sea and wait 24 hours for the area to be made safe.
I was in trouble. A lot of trouble.
The area superintendent, who was also a signatory on the work permit and was already on a warning for other lapses, got fired.
Oh one that might be a bit more interesting for others.
I worked for one of the big banks in Cardiff for about 10 years - I'll give you a clue, it starts with an 'R' ends in an 'S'.
Anyway, in an effort to save costs they actually did away with strict admin staff in the 90's so everyone - whatever their level was given a few 'non-core' roles to complete - mine was to take a tape from the local server out every day at 3pm, put it into a Peli case and "escort" it to a Securicor Guard in full riot gear - I enjoyed this greatly because we'd recently be relocated in a brand new shiny office and thrown in the mix with a half dozen other departments - no one really knew what they other did so me marching stony faced each day carrying an armoured case to an equally stony faced guard made me look pretty hardcore (relative to the rock and roll world of mid-level business banking).
The most important bit was though it meant that my pass-card gave me access to the server room and no one else. It gave me a nice big ice cool air-conditioned room to change from riding kit, or to just take 5 - I shared this room with a large menacing looking box which I used to put stuff on whilst I changed - I would later learn that this was a UPS, or a great big battery which ran the place in the even of a power cut giving enough time for the servers which recorded everything we did to back-up and it was sick.
It started with a flashing light - which I mentioned to the boss's, boss's boss's PA who unfortunately considered herself to be second only to Triple B who told me to "leave it alone".
The next week it started beeping... "leave it alone".
The next week the beeping got louder, in fact very LOUD and very audible from our office it would sound every hour for 10 mins... "leave it alone".
The next week it became constant - 8 hours a day of BEEP, BEEP, BEEP I had my Boss e-mailed Triple B but it was intercepted by his PA "leave it alone" finally I was told to let my Boss into the server room for a look-see - on the screen was a big symbol - "Silence" the Boss said "well, that's golden press it" and sure enough it grew silent.
For an hour...
So I was sent into the room, every hour, on the hour to press the button.
Info back from Triple B's PA was "leave it alone" but now our Boss was involved it came with a short note - "engineers have been called, they'll be here soon". It's worth noting that Triple B and Hiss, his PA sat right at the other end of the office (about 100 people's worth) and couldn't hear the alarm.
This carried on for about another week or so, now these 'Engineers' couldn't have thought it was much of an issue because they'd been called 2 months earlier by this stage.
Finally it got a bit pissed off by all this silencing and started a countdown - we had 5 more 'silences' left - before *something* happened.
That something was a constant scream of sound that did not stop and would not be silent. again "leave it alone.... engineers..."
I finally had enough and went in to shout at it, not only was I getting stick about it, but my little ice cold palace of solitude had become a torture chamber of noise - I even got shouted at for going in to get the tapes if I didn't close the self-closing door quick enough....
I looked at the box, I swore at it and finally saw "reset" on it - "ah ha - if I can reset the alarm we'll go back to day one - a mere flashy light" I pressed it, it said "are you sure?" I pressed yes - "to reset hold the squares above at the same time for 5 seconds" which I did - it said "UPS will reset - are you sure" 'in for a penny...' I pressed yes.
The light above my head dimmed, oops.
The door which is locked with an electromagnet thudded as it unlocked.
The fans stopped and it went very, very quiet - a busy office is like a supermarket they don't seem loud but when the noise stops the silence is deafening...
Yep - I'd blacked out the office - which meant the business arm of second largest Bank in Europe had just turned off in Wales, all of it. Oh and Coutts - so if The Queen had popped in to cash her Grio she'd be out of luck.
THAT FEELING.
I escaped the whole thing completely unscathed – my Boss, bless him, defended me to the end – No, he wouldn’t touch that – he was told not to – “well I’m not surprised if this UPS gave up, it’s been screaming it’s head off for 2 months – what do you mean why didn’t we tell anyone – we told Hiss about 100 times”.
All eyes on Hiss – She’d decided that it wasn’t really important and she was faaar too important to deal with it and had done sweet fanny Adams about it – it didn’t matter how hard she waved the bit of paper which showed I was in the room when it happened, or indeed who much the ‘engineers’ cried that “they just don’t turn themselves off” etc etc – I was untouchable – they knew I was involved because they kept inviting me to the fall out meetings – hoping one of the ‘engineers’ would rat me out, or some CCTV would appear but it never did – it quickly descended into a fight between the Insurance Companies – I know the final loss figure was over £100k, maybe £200k but that was no doubt BS for the Insurance people – but we did have to close at 11am on a Friday and didn’t reopen until the Tuesday. You have to consider that off the 100 or so people who worked there 50% or more would have been managers like me with at least a portfolio of £1m to manage, but some much more.
I took redundancy not long after.
I know the final loss figure was over £100k, maybe £200k but that was no doubt BS for the Insurance
Sounds low for two days closure - nice avoidance job! Forgiven, not your fault.
Some fantastic stories in here!!
Keep them coming. I'm enjoying the schadenfreude 😆
Nothing to add myself... yet.
A few years back I was working in a RAF bomb dump. I was in a building forking 2x1000lbs high explosive bombs off a stack and as I was coming out of the building I forgot to put my forks down......
Que top of bombs hitting roof of doorway and getting pushed off said forks onto the floor.
I have never ever ran that fast since.
I had to sub a report from a freelance at a Crown Court to go into a news bulletin. It ran to 3 pages of dense print and I had about 10 minutes. Somehow an important piece of information got distorted in the process.
Next morning I was up before the judge with my employers' lawyers explaining what had gone wrong. Luckily he believed it was a genuine mistake and none of the jury had head the report anyway...
Ha. I can trump that though. My editor decided to go to press with a dodgy headline from my report of an Old Bailey murder trial, despite my strong advice that it could constitute contempt.
The sinking feeling when I turned up the next day and saw the judge reading it...
Old Bailey judges give excellent bollockings. Luckily the trial had collapsed for an unrelated reason, or I reckon we'd have been prosecuted. 😀
Clipped a double decker with a hire van during rush hour. Everyone got off very lightly, but the shame of sixty commuters glaring at me through the bus windows as we checked it for damage though :0
sandwicheater - Member
Taking a box of change to the bank. All bagged up and been collecting for a few years so totalled £170. Pull out of the drive onto the road and accelerate.
Was it all 1s and 2s?
can't compete with any of the above. I tend to go for general low-level shiteness rather than the one-off catastrophe. Takes more long-term commitment. (Though just typing that feels like tempting fate.)
Though I've had a little taste of that empty stomach feeling re-reading an important email I sent, which included the key line "please could you not do this..." Should have been "please could you [b]now[/b] do this.."
Hey ho. Must've been smoothoverable as I've forgotten what it was about.
I used to work for a specialist comms provider who partner with quite a few mobile phone networks globally.
A few years ago (before this became an acceptable practice) we were mucking about with a bit of satellite kit that enabled you to route gsm comms over its network. We were playing with some settings and how this was being routed back to earth all the while using my mobile as the test unit. My mobile suddenly rang and a very quietly spoken gentleman asked me to desist with whatever the 'hell we were playing at' as we were dangerously close to bringing down network access for all of the roaming users globally of this particular mobile phone network.
I waited for the fallout but never heard another thing about it.
Borrowed OH's car.
Crashed OH's car.
Into my mother's car.
I still get reminded about it 😳
A cousin of mine, RAF pilot put a Tornado into the North sea ,£25 million up the spout !!
Ive had more than a few while driving for the company I now manage , hitting the blades on a chopper with the wagon ..£32k repair , a barrier at BAE another 16k to fix , but the one that always makes me giggle, I used to deliver around York on a daily basis ,this one day I was having a bad day ,nothing was going right you know the type of days , well I was on a road looking for an address and realised id past it ,stopped and threw the wagon in reverse checked my mirrors nowt there so shot back ..BANG! only reversed over the top of Marco Gabriadinis car ... after we exchanged details I went back to work and claimed he ran into me (for fear of loosing my job ) Well 12 months later this went to arbitration in York ,his brief , my works brief and my MD , we argued about hire car costings as his replacement Merc seemed a little lavish as his car was in the garage for 3 weeks , long story short I had to defend my driving and we ended up paying half ( a win for my boss) .
As we left court I had parked my 7.5 ton wagon on the car park opp the building we were in , I wasn't paying £10 to park and I was in a rush as I had deliveries to do that afternoon , so after defending my driving abilities infront to these guys ,I jumped in the wagon and set off , id only gone 100 yards up the road but there was a right weird sound coming from the back of the wagon .. id only caught the bumper of Marcos briefs car on the way out and was dragging it down the bloody street ,I could have died right there as I walked back up the street with these guys watching and placed it next to his car ,saying " I believe you have my details " needless to say I got a right round of them when I got back that evening
I work for a oil company, we bring stuff in from offshore via pipeline which keep the oil rigs pumping and several chemical plants going. We have two pumps one on line one spare.
I made a **** up and tripped the online pump, and then in my panick started the 2nd one too early and tripped that too.
cue a phone call to the electrician to go and power them back up. He was on a training course and was a 3 hr drive away. shutdown and reduced all the plants/rigs, ust have cost a fortune.
I've just been reminded of the time my daughter was running full pelt down a hill at bradgate park. As she runs past me I stupidly went to tap her on the back with my hand resulting in the best tap tackle on her foot you could ever do.
Que the slow motion vision of my daughter taking off and landing on gravel. I very nearly puked with shock. Bribed her with ice cream and sweets we told mum she had fell off the slide.
15,000 cans with the wrong shave gel ... and no one ever noticed
In my early twenties I was driving for a large motorcycle superstore in Bristol (Fowlers if anyone's local) ran by Old man Fowler himself,lovely affable old guy who still rode motorcycles daily even in his 70's.Leaving work one evening with my colleagues we noticed old man Fowler wheeling a brand new demo VFR 750 out of the showroom to ride home,the perks of owning the company eh! I leave the car park behind him in one of his own Transit's
and follow him down the road at a safe distance,safe until he stops in the road to see why one of his directors is waving at him from the staff carpark.Unfortunately I'm also wondering the same thing,and shunt him down the road at speed whilst everything else is happening in slow-motion,including him desperately trying to persuade his aged legs to keep the bike upright at running speed before they collapse in a heap with the bike on top of him.Thankfully he wasn't badly hurt,but running the top Boss over in his own van whilst a director watched wasn't my finest moment.
I went straight to the pub where my mates wondered why I was unusually quiet,and on explaining why the whole bar erupted en-mass in laughter.
It was a talking point at work for weeks,and recalling it still makes me shiver even now.Amazingly there were never any repercussions at all and I continued working there for many years after the incident
I sat back in my chair, satisfied that an easy job had been well done, as 27,000 printed copies of the quarterly community magazine I produced went out the door, bound for delivery later that day with the local free paper.
That evening, via the power of the paperboys and girls, the community would enjoy reading about the various activities of the helpful groups operating in their area.
One article in that issue was a piece about a lady who had set up a local support group for parents of children who'd been sexually abused by a family member. By chance, she walked into the reception to see another organisation who worked from the same building. I'd met her a couple of weeks earlier and taken down my notes about her story.
"Hi, Marie (not her real name, can't remember it), the mag with your story is going out today, have a read, hope you feel it represents you well." I handed her a spare copy.
Five seconds later, "Oh no, that's not right, it wasn't my husband who abused our boy, it was his brother, the uncle."
I'd accidentally branded an innocent man a paedophile x 27,000, and that misinformation was currently making its way to homes in the roughest parts of a rough town, and although I'd not named him directly, I'd named his wife, so it wouldn't be too hard to figure out who he was.
Therefore, I'm the only person I know who has been responsible for free paper deliverers re-doing their rounds and knocking on doors, asking for the free magazine back, please. They work in the afternoon, when most people are out, so we didn't get that many back, and I lay awake in bed that night, assuming my wrongly-identified chap's corpse was lying burning in an alleyway somewhere.
Handed in my notice with immediate effect the next day, and drank four bottles of wine that night.
stevedoc - Member
" I believe you have my details "
😀
Superb.
Rolling mums car down the street and writing it off, running her brand new car into the rear end of another car two weeks later - felt a bit sick.
I left my classroom to speak to another teacher at break time. I was only walking 20m down the corridor, so left my room unlockd.
On returning, a student with serious social and behavioral issues was in the cupboard. I had been told by he had possibly been stealing reward stickers previously, and the reward stickers were in teh cupboard.
I instructed said student to move to the other side of the classroom while I checked the cupboard. All stickers were there.
As I walked back, I realised that there was something being projected onto the screen, and I stopped and looked for moments, I couldn't compute what I was seeing.
And then I realised, there on the screen, was someone being double penetrated. I jumped over the desk and closed it down while shouting at the student to sit at a table where he was in plain sight of the open door.
I let the room making sure I could still see him and called for assistance from my line manager, who didn't know what to do, so called for the head of the department.
He arrived, and told me that in the last management meeting, ICT had been told do start doing sweeps of staff pc's to make sure everything was above board.
I needed to report this to the head of ICT and the head of the behaviour unit.
This all happened within 2-3 minutes, at which point the bell rang for break to finish, and the kids were there.
That sickening feeling magnified when I realised that if I hadn't gone back straight away, if that chat with the other teacher had lasted longer, I would have had 20 of the wildest students in school walking into my room, to see a lady being stuffed by two cocks.
I reported it to head of ICT, and behaviour. I knew that I would receive a letter of management advice from the head.
Which I did. Before receiving the letter of management advice, I asked my head of department, if I should question them as to why PornHub was allowed on the school network, and was advised to shut up and take the warning.
The bollocking was pleasant enough, I held my hands up and said yes I should have locked my pc and door. The head of the school was appalled that nothing had been done to the boy, and would find out why not.
I got my letter, and that was that......
6 months later just as I was leaving, the boy, was caught watching porn in ICT class, in the library, on the same website.......
After I left, I bumped into the behaviour unit manager and asked him why nothing had been done about it and was told the following.
Because the school had allowed a minor access to adult material at school, the child protection issues were huge, ICT manager and the school would have been strung up, as would I.
As the student was a bit of a knacker, he didn't want to get in any trouble, nothing more was said about the incident. Other than my warning internally.
Never did get an answer as to why Porn Hub was avaiable, possibly the head liked to fap in his office on a lunch time.
If we ever have a 'tell us how corrupt schools are in the UK ' thread, I have dozens of appalling tales from one school.
taking out a frozen (apparently) fish in the freezer, uses a knife instead of a spoon to scrape it out ...hit that tube thingy that has gas thingy.. freezer died
Did that to the fridge-freezeer at uni. Didn't work out why I had constant raging shits for nearly a week until I realised it was warmer inside than out.
I may or may not have had a hand in the overheating of an engine, to destruction. To date the repairs (which are still ongoing) have cost the company I work for upwards of half a million quid. The thinking is another £8-900k will have us back in the position we were in prior to the "incident".
Do elaborate. If it helps I temporarily immobilised one of these:
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which, if I recall correctly was berthed, or heading to here:
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That's the Al Basrah oil terminal, at the time controlled by trigger happy US and coalition forces and was transferring about 1.5m barrels a day (one pipeline had been shut down due to a small argument amongst the locals) amounting to 80% of Iraq's GDP when at full chat.
I was sent to stop and disengage the barring gear so we could get our pre-starts done. Stopped okay, disengaging it was a bit tricky, every one I'd used before that had been a simple hand lever to engage the gear but this one was on a screw. So yeah, still unwinding, still tricky. So I'm wondering why it's so hard to get it out and... ...why is the gear spindle bending? And why is it just about fully unwound but the teeth are still meshed???
Turns out when I stopped it the teeth were still effectively engaged, if I'd simply gave it a jag in the opposite direction it would have come out smooth as butter. Instead I was left with the drive gear half in and half out and the winding gear ruined, I'd been in the job all of 2 weeks since being declared 'competent' by the MCA and was very aware that companies don't like stationary ships, never mind oil terminal bosses.
So yeah, 20 minutes and the liberal application of one gas axe later we were offski with half a barring gear engagement mechanism shacked to the support railing to prevent it re-engaging whilst we were under way. I think I only got away with it because the 2nd Engineer couldn't believe how someone as pathetically built as myself could ruin a massive lump of solid steel to the point of immobilising the whole main engine. Never knew the difference once it was welded back together apart from the odd piece of plate seel patching it together like a still slightly bent frankensteins monster.
Bought some XT brake pads off a classified section on a forum. Seller suggested they'd be happier to post first and then be paid on receipt, as the condition of pads were not quite as described. Ok, I said.
Package arrived some days later, almost unnoticed amidst much post-seasonal flu and distraction and other packets. Better half put it on the pile on my desk where it remained buried and almost forgotten as I nursed manflu and crapness and whisky like a big baby.
Having happily used classifieds for nearly six years without issue, and having always paid up front (packet arrived = must have paid!) my lovely, cosy, senile fricking mind somehow wasn't alerted to the immediacy of this pressing payment issue. I even wondered why the seller was asking me twice if I had 'checked the pads out' . Manana, manana. Neither somehow did I see the seller's one critical email, the very one reminding me of due payment. Not until the hand of doom descended on the forum to remind me further.
What's this? Am a marked man? Pitchforked and pilloried in public?
Checked back thru my inbox - THERE is the unread request email, from a week ago. Sinking feeling achieved.
I paid immediately, putting a couple more on on to say sorry. They seller was gracious and called the pitchforks off. But it was of course too late by then.
The forks that hurt the most are arguably the ones you use on yourself. I now keep revisiting that moment, like some sickening self-punishing fairground ride that endlessly repeats itself. 'You dozytosser', wooooosh, have another go? Of course, here we goooooo, whhheeeeeooooo, 'down you go again, you dozytosser'.
Each time the horror-coaster reaches the bottom of its plummet I swear I may as well be 13 yrs old once more, and that I can see my father's big angry face, appearing again and again. His floating, disembodied face as darkly disappointed as the pan he was holding up to mark my shame - the pan that I had just left on the stove and burned by my forgetfulness.
You get up, you brush yourself off. Lesson: 'Honest' is as honest does. Have always been certain and a bit proud of my unerring honesty. 'Forgetful', on the other hand is, unfortunately, inexcusable. At least until confirmed by a mental health professional...
1989. Cheltenham Borough Council drainage operative. Am the young man that cleans the gullies, fixes grates, shifts blockages, and keeps the town from flooding and disease!
Every so often we get a special order come in from an old office building in a pedestrianised sector of the High Street.
For some reason the building isn't connected to the sewers, so has it's own facility underground. Old Clive drives up in our Whale tanker. i jump out, open the access plate, attach the giant hose, and switch to 'suck'.
After five minutes we have a few tonnes of shitty liquid stuff safely in the tanker. i remove the hose from the ground plate and prepare to switch to 'off'.
The sickening feeling arrives as I hear the rushing noise emitting from the giant hose.
I had hit the 'blow' switch.
A dark unholy flood of poop and tampons pours forth onto Cheltenham High Street on this busy, summer, weekday lunchtime. Elegant ladies in Jimmy Choos make little skips and squeals as the dark ruinous stinksome Hellwater spreads rapidly out like a cloak towards them. I spy horrid little turd-ships surfing the wave, beaching themselves at the periphery of the torrent.
Tried to remain calm with the subsequent broom-action and the endless buckets of purple disinfectant I had to deploy. But my face was as red as could be. Will never forget that smell.
^^^ I think we have a winner^^^
"Smells like a winner?"
^^^ I think we have a winner^^^
Burn him! He may have avoided a proper pitchforking earlier, but there's still time...
Picked up new car on Friday, reversed into bollard Saturday. Thought I was going to puke.
Working as a flour miller at the start of a 12 hour Friday shift, on the last weekend in August, me and my assistant miller head down to the warehouse to get him refilling the mix-back bin. (The flour stock for the nation in the event of a nuclear conflict was being turned over and it could be dredged back at 10% of manufactured weight/volume).
While I'm moving the first pallet into position with the forklift the fire alarm goes off. No biggie I'll shut the plant under control and we'll await the electrician and the big red lorries.
Upstairs I couldn't see the roller floor for smoke and sparks. Big red stop button pressed just as the sprinklers go off.
It was a long night cleaning and checking nothing on the top floor was smouldering. Cost a fortune to get the Swiss engineers in to repair the broken/burned roller mill on a bank holiday, no production for the best part of a week.
Then there was the time I put 20 tonnes of flour into a full bin. It snowed in June. The high level probe failed on that one.
Talking to one of the fitters at work the other week,he tells me about the time one of the fitters dropped the oil & filter on a MAN tractor unit.He then went for his dinner,after dinner he starts up the tractor unit,goes off site for some reason,returns later & wonders what the rattling /banging noise is coming from the workshop..£26000 for a new engine 😯