Things are looking up...

Okay. I'm a semi-egghead at work, while the guys get to do the fun stuff. I print really neat and type emails and forms using real english (and you just wouldn't believe the fractured, unorganized, misspelled crap I get back, well, maybe you would, LBG.)

JT: Hey, you didn't fill out the tolerance forms on these! These are legal documents!
Clime: Get the hell outta here! Wha?!
JT: Oh, never mind. It looks like the typing on the form...
Clime: That's what I thought....

Sooo...when I see a shower of sparks from a grinder working down the bolts that held machinery in place as it's moved to the new building, I'm talking fireworks caliber, here, an honest to goodness welder being employed, just like Vinnie on American Chopper, stuff being moved around with noisy forklifts, scissor-lifts running conduits, and all sorts of guy-stuff going on, I just have one thing to ask.

Hey, need any help?

My sidekick on the Fab-ship floor made the comment "Say, It kinda feels good to work this stuff, huh?" Of course it was with a sarcastic tone. "Are you kidding me? I love it!" "We'll make a real guy out of you yet..." "HEY! I can already sing the words to your honky-tonk guys on the radio!" "Then you've taken your first step towards the dark side.."

Imagine a Corsicana, TX bred guy known only as "The Cowboy", whom I have never seen the top of his head for the hat he wears, being a Sci-Fi channel junkie and sucking me into the world of power tools...

The Force is with you, Padiwan Learner, now move the fence down to 18" and 3/8ths...