Gut Rumbles
 

August 10, 2005

i'll bet you money

I worked 24 years in a chemical plant. I was around and in charge of some highly dangerous shit. ONE careless mistake could kill a lot of people. I paid close attention to what I was doing and I wanted my operators to do the same thing.

When you fuck up in a place like that, you're not just gambling with your own life. You're gambling with the lives of everybody around you AND the ones who respond to clean up your mess when the shit REALLY hits the fan

And dickheads like PJ wonder why I fired some people.

Just wait until this story comes to its grim conclusion. I can already tell you, from a LOT of experience, what caused it. ONE person fucked up. ONE person ignored the safety rules and decided to do it HIS way instead of the right way. ONE person thought that the rules applied to everyone except HIM, and if he violated them, he wouldn't be caught.

He'd probably done it before and gotten away with it. Har-Har-Har! Ain't he one clever bastard?

He doesn't look so smart to me anymore. THAT'S why you have supervisors in a chemical plant.

Comments

Can't say any more than you're absolutely correct. I've seen it myself . I've been in the chemicals business almost 30 years and I've seen a few major fuckups that were attributable to just one person.

Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on August 10, 2005 08:12 PM

I started to work in the oil patch when I thirteen years old and worked with my dad in the patch before that. Most of the time I was what in the patch is called a roughneck-those who work on the drilling rigs. It is dangerous at best and takes teamwork. One fuckup and somebody gets hurt if not killed. back in the fifties there was at least one missing finger and a broken bone for damn near every ten holes drilled. A majority of the broken bones were caused by the guy who lost the finger whan he hit the dumb sumbitch in the arm with a hammer for fucking up.

Posted by: GUYK on August 10, 2005 09:31 PM

I have another cyst forming above my left brow. I haven't left the house in 8 days because of a cyst that popped up on my right testicle. I was so swollen that I looked like I had a melon stuffed in my pants. I don't know what's causing these! All I can do all day long is read Gut Rumbles. I'm so angry at the fact that God has cursed me with these horrible painful cysts that the only thing that allows me feel better is to say nasty, nasty, things to the AcidGod.

Okay, Okay, I admit, I'm in love with the guy. I wish I was him. I wish I wrote like him and I wish I looked like him.

I just have to ask...

Does anyone else find black specs or other large food particles in a woman's teeth to be extremely arousing?

JESSE JACKSON FOR PRESIDENT 2007!

Posted by: PJ on August 10, 2005 09:33 PM

PJ

I bet you eat boogers, don't you?

Posted by: James Hooker, ace of aces on August 11, 2005 12:38 AM


I see that Ed or Stinkerr or rightisright is back to their old sophomoric pranks again by posting shit under my name. Is that the most clever lines y'all could come up with? Nice try you little fucktards.

The Real PJ

Posted by: PJ on August 11, 2005 01:39 AM


"I worked 24 years in a chemical plant. I was around and in charge of some highly dangerous shit. ONE careless mistake could kill a lot of people."
-Acidman

"When you fuck up in a place like that, you're not just gambling with your own life. You're gambling with the lives of everybody around you AND the ones who respond to clean up your mess when the shit REALLY hits the fan."
-Acidman

"I'll admit that my job WAS "hell" sometimes. I was on call 24-7 and the phone rang often in the middle of the night when the shit hit the fan. I was required to carry a beeper everywhere I went, and later a fucking cell phone, too."
-Acidman

And dickheads like PJ wonder why I fired some people."
-Acidman

You were on call 24-7 and were responsible for the lives of many men in a dangerous chemical plant, yet you brag about smokin' dope and drinkin' heavily, going to happy hours everynight to pick up nurses, and chasing pussy all week long for years. How could anybody you fired (including the poor bastard you fired in the parking lot while his wife was in labor) be any worse of a hazard than your own sorry drunken, hypocritical ass?

PJ

Posted by: PJ on August 11, 2005 02:44 AM

Wasn't me PJ, I'd do a much better job than that. People would be inclined to believe it was you when I got finished.

Whoever it is, keep it up, he'll be biting his own tail soon.

I believe that Rob's irresponsible days came before his days of responsibility. That's the way it works with most adults. Someday you may know this, PJ.

Posted by: StinKerr on August 11, 2005 03:59 AM

I wrote about this very explosion in my blog. The people who were evacuated are not allowed to go home, since the EPA discovered exactly what was in those tanks. My husband works in a chemical plant as well, one that sends their caustics to that plant to be recycled. He watched a reporter wipe his hand on the top of a car, to show the dust that had collected, and just shook his head. There's already a class action lawsuit...

Posted by: Theresa on August 11, 2005 08:41 AM

My husband did/does very dangerous work as well. He climbs up on cranes...big cranes and fixes them. One job he fell in a hole in the walkway. He has artificial hips so any fall is bad. He had a bruise that went from his knee to his lower back. His little 'helper' that was with him that day had the BALLS to call me and whine that my husband was "Mean to him on the job" hahaha. I decided to redefine mean to him that day.

Posted by: Kelly on August 11, 2005 08:54 AM
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