hazards of working in an auto shop
Nov. 3rd, 2006 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hyurithe latter part of this week has been occupied with replacing both main seals, the front cam seal, and the timing belt on a Chevy Metro. never buy one. so far it has cost me half a fingernail (not sure where, exactly, or even when), slashed through my left palm (cat heat shield), and removed significant quantities of skin from two knuckles on my right middle finger (nobody dresses machined edges anymore). it also needs an oil flush, new timing cover, oil pump, and harmonic balancer, but I don’t give a shit. we could have dropped it in today if we weren’t always pushed out the door early.
my hands are also growing steadily darker. from a moderate distance, my fingers are now the color of sooty bricks.
on a not‐entirely‐unrelated subject, my first action upon arriving at home was to dump a couple of fingers of vodka in a glass, top it up with orange juice and slug 3/4 of it. then I ate like a pig, because I hadn’t had anything to eat today. I’m still hungry, actually.
my hands are also growing steadily darker. from a moderate distance, my fingers are now the color of sooty bricks.
on a not‐entirely‐unrelated subject, my first action upon arriving at home was to dump a couple of fingers of vodka in a glass, top it up with orange juice and slug 3/4 of it. then I ate like a pig, because I hadn’t had anything to eat today. I’m still hungry, actually.
