My Newest Partner In Crime

Say hello to my little buddy Jesse.

We used to work at the same place but he got himself canned for telling a forklift driver who wasn’t being safe to watch what the fuck he was doing and said dumbass got his panties in a bunch and reported him to HR.

Of course nothing was said to the unsafe driver but God Forbid you cuss, right?

Anyway, he is a great kid.

I kind of took him under my wing while he was there and was teaching him stuff. Since then I have had him over to the house several times and worked his narrow little ass off.

Today we went to a Pick-N-Pull wrecking yard and he helped me take some seats out of some KIA, load them in a cart and drag them up to the office so I could pay for them, then load and unload them into my truck and set them in the car. I am going to have to modify the mounts but I’ll get to that with his help.

After all that work, it was time to play for a change.

Here is a You Tube Short of him using my bench top milling machine.

For a First Timer I think he did a pretty damn good job.

10 thoughts on “My Newest Partner In Crime

  1. Thanks for mentoring that kid. Wish my pair had attitudes that would encourage someone to want to mentor them.

  2. Well done! A place I worked at (decades ago) had its own job shop, the lone guy that ran it came out of WWII, got an apprenticeship at GE and worked there for ages as a tool & die maker before being hired at our shop. I was loaned to him as a helper many occasions and loved it. The guy was an encyclopedia of knowledge and wasn’t afraid to share it. I once asked him to teach me the “tricks of the trade” and in John’s usual sarcastic tone he replied: “Learn the trade!” but he’d happily teach you anything mechanical or machine shop you needed. I learned all sorts of stuff that helped me later on in the industrial maintenance world.

  3. went to work at a dental lab as a delivery boy (age 13½), asked the owner if I could learn something of the trade (in the time spent waiting to take the next delivery somewhere). I was placed at the plaster mixing bench learning how to mix plaster and investment properly for the next five weeks – and clean the bench properly (to the owner’s very exacting standards). It wasn’t even the bottom rung; I was still standing on the floor.

  4. Forklift driver wouldn’t last long where I work. Most of us are veterans, and we talk like it. Except around the gals, of course–we’re also mostly Southerners, and we were raised with manners.

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