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This is to everybody else who ever had to drive a fork truck with zero training.

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Shit, and I felt bad for just dinging the garage door...

--Jaeger

Oh my ears and whiskers!

It's amazing how much of the modern industrial world and all it's logistical prowess is basically made out of jiffy pop and scotch tape.

Here's an idea: reinforced posts bolted down in front of the actual shelf posts so that you can't drive into them.

Which is probably what their insurance guy will demand among the many things on the list the company will have to comply with in the future.

Poor operator. Even if he lives, he'll be out of work and will have a hell of a time failing many, many job interviews.
A $ 250,000.- worth of Vodka, apparently...maybe MADD will do a charity fund raiser for him.
Or the distillery will hire him to find out what is so bad about their product that he felt he needed to destroy it after having some (not to say I expect he was drunk, I'm just saying, warehouse full of booze, it's not beyond the realm of the possible).

holy shit!!1!

that's why those things have cages around the driver.

but why weren't the racks secured better? that's just poor engineering. a few weeks ago, i helped install several sets of new racks at work. after we had them up, maintenance guys came behind us and bolted the racks together, to the floor and to the wall at several points. plus, the racks where made of steel and quite beefy- those look like they were aluminum.

i'm guessing those two guys shit themselves?

Vodka, eh. At least he wasn't bored while waiting to get dug out. I've seen a man disappear in an avalanche of macaroni and cheese when a rack failed, and I myself was buried under thousands of maxi-pads at work once…

rolly wrote:Vodka, eh. At least he wasn't bored while waiting to get dug out. I've seen a man disappear in an avalanche of macaroni and cheese when a rack failed, and I myself was buried under thousands of maxi-pads at work once…

Y'know, I had never thought to myself "Gee, I wonder what Rolly's world is like."

Now I wish I never had.

--Jaeger

We had a couple of rubber avalanches when I worked at Goodyear, making belts. That shit is heavy; 2700lbs per pallet. On the upside, I learned how to pick up a dime with a forklift, while fucking the dog on nightshift.

Jaeger wrote:

rolly wrote:Vodka, eh. At least he wasn't bored while waiting to get dug out. I've seen a man disappear in an avalanche of macaroni and cheese when a rack failed, and I myself was buried under thousands of maxi-pads at work once…

Y'know, I had never thought to myself "Gee, I wonder what Rolly's world is like."

Now I wish I never had.

--Jaeger

I wish there was vodka at my work. Especially on days like today. Tomorrow I might just bring some.

I had a similar experience involving alcohol and a forklift, though not nearly as dramatic.

Needed to get a pallet of beer (cans) down from the second racking. Lifted forks, but just a tad too high. Pierced the cases of beer.

Psssst!

Instant beer shower, in my face.

Also had a similar experience involving a Manitou Manitransit


Damn, those things are fun.

I was approaching the side of my trailer but had the forks placed at the wrong level, like right at a truck tire, for some reason. The forklift freewheeled down the incline towards the trailer.

POW!

Instant release of 100 psi in my face. Took a while for my ears to stop ringing. And for my heart rate to slow down.

Metalredneck wrote: On the upside, I learned how to pick up a dime with a forklift, while fucking the dog on nightshift.

Is there video? I'd like to see that.

thrasherbill wrote:

Metalredneck wrote: On the upside, I learned how to pick up a dime with a forklift, while fucking the dog on nightshift.

Is there video? I'd like to see that.

i hope you meant the picking up the dime part, and not...





arf!

12ci wrote:

thrasherbill wrote:

Metalredneck wrote: On the upside, I learned how to pick up a dime with a forklift, while fucking the dog on nightshift.

Is there video? I'd like to see that.

i hope you meant the picking up the dime part, and not...





arf!

Man, that sounds ruff.

Really?




Every teenage boy needs to work somewhere with forklifts and plenty of stuff to break.

BackDoorBarbie wrote:i wonder if they were able to clean it up before the boss noticed

maybe that WAS the boss. my supervisor is a fuckin dingbat- i wouldn't put it past him.

I knocked the main drain off of the fire main in a building I worked in once. I came in through the doors with a pallet lifted up a wee bit too high and flooded the place in about three minutes. Fire alarm went off, while we spent about twenty minutes looking for the valve to shut off the water.

I used to work in a shipyard as an "outside machinist".

There was this one job that I worked on an aircraft-carrier that was "mission-critical" or whatever buzzword-lingo they use for "takes priority over other jobs". The general-foreman and supervisor that I was working for both had a habit of pissing-off every other management-type-person within a mile of "their" job, and we had a snafu one night where the motor-pool grudgingly provided us with the 2-ton truck that we needed, but no driver.

I got "elected" (over my strenuous objections) to drive the truck up the ramp to the deck-edge elevator and onto the hangar-deck (requires a 90º turn with a truck that's approx 1' narrower than the hole it's gotta fit in to).

So ANYway, after grinding the transmission as much as required to get that damn truck up the ramp, I got to the elevator and started my turn and promptly hung the fender up on the safety-railing (substantial, steel structure). I tried reverse and forward and juking the thing around and couldn't get myself un-snagged. ...at this point there's people standing around shouting advice and getting angry that I'm blocking all access on and off the hangar-deck... so I just double-clutch-grinded the damn thing into the "granny gear" and proceeded to leave the fender laying there enmeshed with the (now somewhat bent) safety-railing.

...the following night, the motor-pool provided a new truck AND a driver.