February 10, 2008
Originally published December 23, 2003
I received a phone call today from a business aquaintence who was worried about my future. He heard about what happened to me at work and put out a couple of feelers for me. It seems that there is a small, single-adsorption (that's NOT a misspelled word), double-pass sulfuric acid plant that is searching for a superintendent now. I could walk in and have that job tomorrow.
The place makes only about 400 tons per day when it's running flat-out. It's a fertlizer plant, so they don't need a whole lot of acid to digest their chemicals. They sell the leftovers and use the steam in their process. (Steam from waste-heat boilers is a vaulable by-product from manufacturing sulfuric acid.)
I supervised a 1,000-ton-per-day sulfuric acid plant for six years. We needed 500 tons per day to use in the plant and WE sold the leftovers. You do the math (I'm an English major. I don't do math.). I am very familiar with loading and shipping sulfuric acid by truck or rail car, and I am DOT trained to the Nth degree. I am HAZWOPER certified to the level of Incident Commander. I know how to run an acid plant, and I have all the credentials.
I turned the job down.
I don't want to do that shit anymore. I don't have to, I don't want to, so I ain't gonna. It's nice to know that a good, high-paying job is available if I want it, but I can say "NO!" now, and that's exactly what I did. I want to write now.
I don't believe that I'll need another paying job for the rest of my life.
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