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Pat Dye Field => Plainsman Park => Topic started by: dallaswareagle on March 18, 2013, 12:50:24 PM
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I have never seen this before:
http://www.reliableplant.com/view/25724/how-baseballs-are-manufactured
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Pretty cool. On another note, I don't think I could work on an assembly line like that. What'd you do at work today, honey?
I date stamped 8,000 balls.
What are you gonna' do tomorrow?
Oh, probably date stamp 8,000 balls.
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Pretty cool. On another note, I don't think I could work on an assembly line like that. What'd you do at work today, honey?
I date stamped 8,000 balls.
What are you gonna' do tomorrow?
Oh, probably date stamp 8,000 balls.
:haha:
this would be your circle in hell. ...while knowing that your ball(s) is stamped with her initials in a jar.
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Pretty cool. On another note, I don't think I could work on an assembly line like that. What'd you do at work today, honey?
I date stamped 8,000 balls.
What are you gonna' do tomorrow?
Oh, probably date stamp 8,000 balls.
Yea, that shit did look like a beating.
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Yea, that shit did look like a beating.
Years ago, I took a group tour of the Ford/Mercury plant in Atlanta, where they made Taurus and Sables. Same car, just different labels. The plant was massive. You'd need a bicycle or golf cart just to get aorund. The farther back you went, the more dark and depressing the place got. At one point, we stopped and I watched this one guy take one piece of sheet metal after another and rub some sort of adhesive on two ends of it. Then he'd pick up another, then another, then another.....That's what he did all day. He rubbed something on two sides of the exact same piece of sheet metal. He looked like a zombie. All I could think of was, "What a life".
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Years ago, I took a group tour of the Ford/Mercury plant in Atlanta, where they made Taurus and Sables. Same car, just different labels. The plant was massive. You'd need a bicycle or golf cart just to get aorund. The farther back you went, the more dark and depressing the place got. At one point, we stopped and I watched this one guy take one piece of sheet metal after another and rub some sort of adhesive on two ends of it. Then he'd pick up another, then another, then another.....That's what he did all day. He rubbed something on two sides of the exact same piece of sheet metal. He looked like a zombie. All I could think of was, "What a life".
I worked at a few factories during the summers while in high school. Growing up in a small town, there wasn't a whole lot else available, not to mention that my parents probably wanted to teach me a lesson about what would happen if I didn't put forth effort in school.
One of the guys I remember working with was a recovering alcoholic. Used to drink a fifth of Jack a day, plus countless beers. He'd gotten his shit straight and saved what little liver he had left by the time I started working there, but I could easily see why he became an alcoholic. Assembly lines are not fun.
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Years ago, I took a group tour of the Ford/Mercury plant in Atlanta, where they made Taurus and Sables. Same car, just different labels. The plant was massive. You'd need a bicycle or golf cart just to get aorund. The farther back you went, the more dark and depressing the place got. At one point, we stopped and I watched this one guy take one piece of sheet metal after another and rub some sort of adhesive on two ends of it. Then he'd pick up another, then another, then another.....That's what he did all day. He rubbed something on two sides of the exact same piece of sheet metal. He looked like a zombie. All I could think of was, "What a life".
I worked for Greyhound Bus in college. When I started, it was excruciatingly monotonous. When the buses would make a stop or get in from a trip, I sniffed farts out of bus seats. When they would leave, I sniffed farts out of the waiting room seat cushions. Eventually, I worked my way up to chief fart sniffer.
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I worked for Greyhound Bus in college. When I started, it was excruciatingly monotonous. When the buses would make a stop or get in from a trip, I sniffed farts out of bus seats. When they would leave, I sniffed farts out of the waiting room seat cushions. Eventually, I worked my way up to chief fart sniffer.
Hey, I started out mopping the floor just like you guys. But now... now I'm washing lettuce. Soon I'll be on fries; then the grill. And pretty soon, I'll make assistant manager, and that's when the big bucks start rolling in.
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Hey, I started out mopping the floor just like you guys. But now... now I'm washing lettuce. Soon I'll be on fries; then the grill. And pretty soon, I'll make assistant manager, and that's when the big bucks start rolling in.
A N d....
We are back to:
"Joe Louis was the best boxer to ever live"!
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A N d....
We are back to:
"Joe Louis was the best boxer to ever live"!
"Joe Louis had to come outta retirement to fight Rocky Marciano, the man was 76 years old. Joe Louis always lied about his age, he lied about his age all the time. One time Frank Sinatra come down here and sat in this chair and I said, Frank, you hang out with Joe Louis, just between me and you, how old is Joe Louis, you know what Frank told me?He said hey, Joe Louis a 137 years old. 137 years old."
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Years ago, I took a group tour of the Ford/Mercury plant in Atlanta, where they made Taurus and Sables. Same car, just different labels. The plant was massive. You'd need a bicycle or golf cart just to get aorund. The farther back you went, the more dark and depressing the place got. At one point, we stopped and I watched this one guy take one piece of sheet metal after another and rub some sort of adhesive on two ends of it. Then he'd pick up another, then another, then another.....That's what he did all day. He rubbed something on two sides of the exact same piece of sheet metal. He looked like a zombie. All I could think of was, "What a life".
That plant is gone - about to be Porsche's new North American HQ on that site. That zombie was probably union, and living off a pension now