RE: Milwalkee riots
August 22, 2016 at 6:05 pm
(This post was last modified: August 22, 2016 at 6:25 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
Yup, I was pulling it down for an ammonia etcher - one of the last processes in the plating of circuit boards. When you work around it (and copper) enough...everything tastes like a penny and you get used to feeling drowsy / having your jeans just fade away and fall off your ass. Small custom defense operation...was getting it to mix a batch for the lab (one of those places where the head lab tech, the hot lead air knife operator, dep man, dark room, silk screener, and plater are all the same guy, lol).
Never went to school for any of this, just to make it relevant to thread. If you hand me enough fiberglass and enough troy ounces of "x" I can both build the equipment, and then the boards the equipment makes...I can design, arrange, and solder the components, and hand you a PC from scratch. All OJT. I had family in it though, a leg up (started off the books when I was 15 at 10 an hour when the federal min was 5 and on the understanding that I would be required to work 24-36 hour shifts, sometimes...and that fuckups would come out of my pay). Nowadays, you can do all of this at home with a -normal- printer...you just need the ink and a magazine cover to layer it on. Not that I;d trust that shit in the avionics of a blackhawk or anything.
The gold plating made me the most nervous...because you're working with a: an open vat of cyanide......and b: something worth more than your life to your employer, a solid gold ingot. Not that this stopped me from gold plating a tampon for an office reward (she was a good sport about it). Probably get sued for a prank like that nowadays.
Volunteered some of that because I was tired of fucking Hirohito over there (hi drich
) talk about how americans don't want to work anymore.
Never went to school for any of this, just to make it relevant to thread. If you hand me enough fiberglass and enough troy ounces of "x" I can both build the equipment, and then the boards the equipment makes...I can design, arrange, and solder the components, and hand you a PC from scratch. All OJT. I had family in it though, a leg up (started off the books when I was 15 at 10 an hour when the federal min was 5 and on the understanding that I would be required to work 24-36 hour shifts, sometimes...and that fuckups would come out of my pay). Nowadays, you can do all of this at home with a -normal- printer...you just need the ink and a magazine cover to layer it on. Not that I;d trust that shit in the avionics of a blackhawk or anything.
The gold plating made me the most nervous...because you're working with a: an open vat of cyanide......and b: something worth more than your life to your employer, a solid gold ingot. Not that this stopped me from gold plating a tampon for an office reward (she was a good sport about it). Probably get sued for a prank like that nowadays.
Volunteered some of that because I was tired of fucking Hirohito over there (hi drich
) talk about how americans don't want to work anymore.
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