Made it through yesterday at the Southern Regional Wastewater Treatment Plant more or less in one piece. After receiving notice of a combined vacation and sick time payout of 245 hours I had 200 combined hours leftover. Using 13 vac. and 2 sick days meant yesterday was my last working day at the plant until my retirement date of 4 March.
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It did feel odd during my last set of rounds realizing I was seeing these places for the last time after 17 years on the plant. Some good folk are left behind along with some who couldn't manage their way out of a sliding door closet. It was a fairly typical day except I had to fill out an incident report, the last thing I needed to happen.
Routine chlorine changes involve disconnecting 2 cylinders, hoisting them out of the way then replacing with 2 more. The full tonne cylinders are placed upon a cradle with 4 rollers each and acts as a scale to track usage. Since the lower cylinder valve is used to feed liquid I maneuver the cylinder to get the valve face as horizontal as possible. This move requires the use of a solid steel bar with right angle fingers to grip the rim of the cylinder.
The city switched vendors recently due to a massive price hike and instead of a sand blasted smooth painted finish multiple layers of thick paint make for a rough surface that is a bear to spin, especially if the cylinder (almost 3,800 lbs) needs to move just a little bit.
I used good form, found out the hard way to keep the bar below my waist and was hauling upward with steady pressure but the damn thing would not budge. Tried one more time and felt a twinge right where I had a hernia repair back in '14. I stopped, took a walk outside but felt nothing except for like an afterimage. Finished hooking up, cracked the cylinder valve, sometimes an adventure in itself the called in a second set of eyes for back up as I pressurized the system.
Finished the day more or less uneventfully, contractors clearing an influent distribution box broke loose much rag material which had me clearing the bar screen press screw feeder twice with a pitch fork and having to prime an influent sample pump twice with the second time to no avail which led me to say the hellwiddis and shut in down before it burned.
Hoping I make it okay but feel as if I may need to get checked which stinks because it will involve a workmen's comp doc who will most likely prescribe ice. Maybe a half a handful of reports in 20+ years and on the last day to boot convinces me despite time served I will miss working at the plant like a case of the clap.
http://smith-wessonforum.com/lounge/694078-short-time.html
It did feel odd during my last set of rounds realizing I was seeing these places for the last time after 17 years on the plant. Some good folk are left behind along with some who couldn't manage their way out of a sliding door closet. It was a fairly typical day except I had to fill out an incident report, the last thing I needed to happen.
Routine chlorine changes involve disconnecting 2 cylinders, hoisting them out of the way then replacing with 2 more. The full tonne cylinders are placed upon a cradle with 4 rollers each and acts as a scale to track usage. Since the lower cylinder valve is used to feed liquid I maneuver the cylinder to get the valve face as horizontal as possible. This move requires the use of a solid steel bar with right angle fingers to grip the rim of the cylinder.
The city switched vendors recently due to a massive price hike and instead of a sand blasted smooth painted finish multiple layers of thick paint make for a rough surface that is a bear to spin, especially if the cylinder (almost 3,800 lbs) needs to move just a little bit.
I used good form, found out the hard way to keep the bar below my waist and was hauling upward with steady pressure but the damn thing would not budge. Tried one more time and felt a twinge right where I had a hernia repair back in '14. I stopped, took a walk outside but felt nothing except for like an afterimage. Finished hooking up, cracked the cylinder valve, sometimes an adventure in itself the called in a second set of eyes for back up as I pressurized the system.
Finished the day more or less uneventfully, contractors clearing an influent distribution box broke loose much rag material which had me clearing the bar screen press screw feeder twice with a pitch fork and having to prime an influent sample pump twice with the second time to no avail which led me to say the hellwiddis and shut in down before it burned.
Hoping I make it okay but feel as if I may need to get checked which stinks because it will involve a workmen's comp doc who will most likely prescribe ice. Maybe a half a handful of reports in 20+ years and on the last day to boot convinces me despite time served I will miss working at the plant like a case of the clap.
