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That's true Bruce. After absorbing that chemical into my skin and getting some rather persistent kidney pains, I went to the office to get the MSDS on it. I cant even remember which chem it is but it's definately bad news. I talked to the old super and got a few minutes of fresh air. That and washing the jacket seemed to neutralize everything except the red hand print.

ThinGuy is basically just a kid, hes 19 and one hell of a worker. He's always horsing around but rarely bothers me. And as you know, going to the office to file a complaint is a last resort option out in the shop. We prefer "shop justice".

After I fucked up the buffer that he was ultimately responsible for, he didnt bitch a bit. He really knew that we were now square and that this non-sense would go no further.

And wow, that fucking buffer was a mess! The clamp I was polishing had 2 clamps on it, so I could hold it after it got hot. I leaned into that 12" buffing wheel so much that at times the wheel almost stopped moving. The sharp edges just shredded it.

I havent had that much fun since pigs ate my brother!