of matter of the stinky stinky

Was just talking to my Dad about the cluterfuck that he calls work...holy sheot, things are just crazy. They had to bring in $1 million worth of dry ice to help keep the rooms cold enough to not lose all thier product. Yes, $1,000,000 worth of ice...count it, 6 zero's. Now, since this is dry ice, it displaces oxygen as it sublimates from a solid into a gas, so my father and his boss are having to be on air when handling and moving this stuff. Since the disaster everyone (at least shop guys) have gone to 12-hour shifts, 6-6. Yesterday he had to remove all the ice from the back dock (~6 rooms, forget the exact number, with one room being 2.5x normal size), that meant 10 hours of being on oxygen. Full-face-mask,-breather-tube,-tanks-on-your-back-contained-atmosphere-breathing 10 hours of fun. The oxygen levels in the rooms are at about 16%, well below the limit of asphyixiation. There is all kinds of additional equipment around, and all kinds of guys....30 scissor lifts, 10 gas powered lifts, at least 7 40 yard open top dumpsters, etc, etc, etc. But hey, at least they will be getting a complete new front office, the whole warehouse will be cleaned top to bottom, everything will get a new coat of paint, and in the end, it will look like a new place. As far as disasters go, this one didn't turn out that bad, no one was killed, nor seriously injured. It's gonna end up costing the company millions, but that's better then having to make that phone call to someone's wife and children telling them daddy isn't coming home. Holy shit, what a downer of a ending note....um, yeah...