One thing that really drove me nuts back when I was working in maintenance was when somebody took a special tool and didn’t bring it back to the tool locker. That’s when my throwing tools came out! (see last strip, LOL). It’s almost as bad as taking the last beer out of the fridge and putting the empty six-pack carton back in the fridge!
Also, we seemed to only have one label maker there for the whole company. I wonder how much time was wasted and how many billable hours the company lost while mechanics and office personnel alike were looking for that thing. It was never in the spot it was supposed to be.
But on the other hand, another thing that I really hate is when the damn vending machine takes my money! Maybe Julio will forgive Chuck this time …
This is one of the strips that was inspired by a discussion in our forum or on our Facebook group, although I can’t remember who came up with the idea of “throwing tools” and when. But it certainly is a strategy that will save Julio a lot of money in the long run!
This reminds me of the time when my brother cut into the muscle and tendon betwwen his thumb and index finger of his left hand. He must have been around 16 or 17 at that time and was working on his radio controlled model plane in the basement. Somehow he slipped with a cuttern knife and wham! cut himself right down to the bone. It took forever to heal. The whole situation wasn’t as funny as it looks in this comic strip though! So remember, kids: Be careful when handling tools!
I’m sure this one strikes close to home not only with mechanics, but with everybody who has a well-sorted toolbox and any kind of spouse, friend or roommate living under the same roof. More than once have I searched for a certain tool, and finally given up, thinking that I must have put it somewhere stupid (my basement is a mess, and if you put a tool in the wrong place, it blends in the chaos and disappears like the Predator). But sometimes, a certain person who shall remain nameless, sneaks off a tool, e.g. my combination pliers, to fix my wife’s broken earrings, and forgets to bring it back. It may or may not have been a situation like that, that inspired today’s comic strip!
The joy you can find in another’s misfortune can be short-lived. I think Julio should have seen that one coming way earlier…
I don’t know why Julio is that shocked. After all, scrap metal isn’t all that worthless nowadays!
Talking about scrap, my refrigerator broke down yesterday, and I spent about two hours just trying making it stop beeping. I ended up having to take out the cicruit board and remove the beeper with my soldering iron… Good times, good times. Fortunately it’s quite cold outside right now, so I can stash my food on the porch in the meantime.
While Mike is returning from the Helicopter Expo in Dallas, Chuck is busy working on his F4U Corsair. If he keeps up this speed, his baby will be flying as early as 2085!
What can I say? A lot of me “helping” my dad as a kid consisted of the same type of activity. But I was able to get him back later when he offered to help me work on the Chicken Wings airplane. Suddenly I was in charge and he was watching. It felt kinda weird though, I have to say…
Maybe Chuck should try to pursue a career at the FAA. After all, he’s also here to help! I remember, when I was a kid, that “helping” my dad was the greatest thing, whenever he was building or repairing something around the house. Looking back, I think it usually consisted of the type of help that Chuck is now enlisted for, but at the time it felt really great to be of assistance.