noelleprice (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noelleprice) wrote,@ 2006-12-24 17:40:00 |
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Heavy equipment
One of the truly great perks of my job is getting to run the big machines. I'm getting to be reasonably proficient in the use of the Bobcat, and recently added the Excavator to my resume as well. Coordinating simultaneous use of toes, heels, and arms isn't necessarily a natural talent of mine, but I'm getting the hang. My most dramatic experience with the Bobcat yet involved lifting the bucket to near maximum height and holding moderate tension on a tree with it while Rock cut through it with a chainsaw near the bottom. Once the tree started to go it was my job to hold my ground so as not to run over Rock before he had the chance to get out of the way. Despite feeling the need to incessantly repeat a neurotic mantra requesting divine assistance in not killing my supervisor, I actually executed the maneuver without difficulty. Or accidental manslaughter. Which is good, because as Josh says, we here at East St. Tammany Habitat for Humanity do like to keep the mortality rate hovering right around zero.
Turns out the off-chance of getting some quality time with the Bobcat is also one of the perks of visiting me. Here are some pics of my friend Meech experiencing the joy of massive power (supervised, of course, by the legendary Rock)...
One of the truly great perks of my job is getting to run the big machines. I'm getting to be reasonably proficient in the use of the Bobcat, and recently added the Excavator to my resume as well. Coordinating simultaneous use of toes, heels, and arms isn't necessarily a natural talent of mine, but I'm getting the hang. My most dramatic experience with the Bobcat yet involved lifting the bucket to near maximum height and holding moderate tension on a tree with it while Rock cut through it with a chainsaw near the bottom. Once the tree started to go it was my job to hold my ground so as not to run over Rock before he had the chance to get out of the way. Despite feeling the need to incessantly repeat a neurotic mantra requesting divine assistance in not killing my supervisor, I actually executed the maneuver without difficulty. Or accidental manslaughter. Which is good, because as Josh says, we here at East St. Tammany Habitat for Humanity do like to keep the mortality rate hovering right around zero.
Turns out the off-chance of getting some quality time with the Bobcat is also one of the perks of visiting me. Here are some pics of my friend Meech experiencing the joy of massive power (supervised, of course, by the legendary Rock)...
