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Originally Posted by Cinisajoy
Oh and I know a guy whose hand met with the traveling blocks. He lost 2/3 of one finger and the other two were broken. All the fingers were taped together at first. (Mid 1970's)
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I have never had any objection to physical work. After college I
- worked as a technician at a brick plant
- in a newspaper/printing shop learning to run a linotype and the old style letterpress press (couple of tons of cast iron and 7 feet tall)
- worked as a roustabout in a small field in Maxie, MS. Best job ever. Either drove or walked down to the office (about 300'), and picked up my company car or the needed tractor or large trunk. Just 2 of us, nearest management in N. Lousiana. I.e., pure 8 hr workday, good partner, no hassels from management, no real emergencies (unless you count the time the nearest place to get food ran out of the large rolls of balona where I got my 14" thick slices of bologa, and was out for 2 weeks) <g>
- worked as night operator, warehouseman, and crane operator on offshore production platform.
- Finally, 9 months as a roughneck to train for 10+ years as a drilling foreman.
I even *enjoyed* the 9 months of working as a roughneck, kinda. Running pipe in and out of hole, adding bags of noxious chemicals to the drilling mud, and when all else failed, chipping paint. Layers and layers of paint, then painting layers and layers of new point. Repeat as needed.
That was the one physical job that I didn't want to return to ==> ever. Although I did have a couple of well kicks that could have turned into real disasters, but I was young enough and experienced enough and confident enough to make the right decisions. And I didn't lose any fingers.