Any tool tossers where you work?

[Nik]

In my friend's shop there's a wrecked car in the far corner that always has a crowbar or sledgehammer next to it. It's the stress relief corner for the staff. something pisses you off, you can wander over to that corner and beat on that old wreck to your heart's content. I've done so, many times.

One of the foster homes I was in as a kid had a couple of cars behind the garage with a sledge that was there for the kids to beat the **** out of when they felt their anger getting the best of them. Pretty comical stuff to come home and see one of the resident window lickers wailing away on it like it took his favorite stuffed animal.

Nik

 

[johnny1290]

Funny you mention about tantrums in the oil field, I'd forgotten all about it but yeah within reason it was acceptable.

In my current field I see people throw mice and keyboards mostly. That and swearing go with the territory, it's accepted.

 

[big red]

When I was doing my tool and die apprenticeship my old boss would lose it 2 or 3 times a day . I've seen steel racks fall , indexing heads smashed in and would lose it on people in front of customers . .

The only thing I got out of it was not to be like him . F*$#ing loser

 

[nate379]

Can't have a gun at work??

I worked with a hot head who used to throw things all over the place. One day he got all pissed as soon as he walked through the door about something. He took off his coat and threw it on the floor and a .38 revolver went slidding out of the pocket and across the floor. He was gone on the spot and the union as far as I know never said one word to his defence.

jhn9840
John

 

[1320stang]

Many years ago in my college days ('88 or '89 I think), I was coming back to college from a weekend at my parents house late in the evening. I was driving my primered '65 Mustang coupe down this two lane, unmarked, asphalt, farm to market road and there was no moon out. I was going about 55 or 60 mph and a LOUD banging came from the right rear as the car got a little squirrely. Simutaneously with the loud banging starting, the cabin of the car was filled with a cloud of brown dust and I could hardly see out the windshield, nevermind seeing the unmarked road.

I slowly brought the car to a stop, gathered my wits and stepped out of the car. The headliner seam above my head in my perfect, original headliner had split open, but I wasn't sure why. I walked around to the passenger rear and in the reflected red light off my body from the tail lights, I noticed the tire was still on and holding air, but there was a black mark right behind the tire. It turned out to be part of the tread, which had seperated halfway around the tire and beat the **** out of the quarterpanel and the fenderwell, which like most Mustangs, had a little rot in the lower corner which I had the week before, patched up with a piece of cardboard on the inside of the trunk drop off, some kitty hair duraglass and some bondo, looked fabulous. I had even left the quart cans in the trunk drop off (uh-oh...) for some later fender work.

I opened the trunk (which was so full of **** and old clothes that the top of the stuff in the trunk had the molded bracing of the underside of the trunklid embossed in it, yup the spare and jack were right on top of the gas tank under all this ****) and unburied the spare and jack and changed the tire by braille and the dim red light of the taillight reflecting off the weeds in the ditch.

That evening I got into town and pulled over when I saw my girlfriend cruising around with some of our other friends, I had pulled into my duplex driveway and examined the quarterpanel, the whole wheel well lip was gone and the inner and outer wheel wells were split right down the middle up to about 11 o'clock if looking at the passenger side tire. I could reach my hand up in there and touch the inside of the taillight. My girlfriend pulled up and told me she was moving with her parents to Chapel Hill, NC and I lost it.

My car was trashed, the love of my life was moving away, the ball pein hammer was right there, I began whailing on the quarterpanel until no metalman on earth could fix it. I figured I'd get it fixed the next week (20 years later it's still not fixed), but I still have the car and got rid of the girl after I moved out there for 6 months and later found out she had been cheating on me. That was the last time it ever happened.