We blew a major transformer at work yesterday and lost all power to our facility.
(And no it wasn’t from Optimus Prime’s orgasm).
The power went out around 1:45, and my boss finally let us go home after 3:30. And today we are only functioning because of two ginormous CAT diesel generators.
Evidently the transformer is old and we had to order a replacement. Ah, planning.
The funny thing is, some folks think was my fault.
You see, I’m known as a bit of a jinx on the manufacturing floor. Every time (and I do mean every time) I go down to watch equipment run, something goes wrong.
Something breaks, something shorts out, some quality issue manifests. It’s kind of worrying really.
Well, yesterday we were running a material trial and I needed to go down to watch it. The manufacturing foremen at lunch already joked with me and told me to stay at my desk– that they didn’t want to see me until the trial was over.
The time came for the trial and I put on my hard hat and said to my coworker:
Cb: well, I’m gonna head down to the Mills. They haven’t called me yet, but I should check on the trial. Even though they don’t want me there…
CW: Oh, screw ’em. Just go down there and do that voodoo that you do so…
It didn’t take long for word to get down to the shop guys that I was merely thinking of heading down and everything went to shit.
Perhaps Steven King should write a novel about me.