Been another one of them days-

By now, you know. Ain't nothin' normal about anything I do. EVER. Here's the latest.

At least this time I got a free shirt.

So, I wake up this morning, having somehow successfully destroyed the work futon in my sleep. This assures me that A- the next person coming in will hate me, and B- I get a new, less suck work futon. Maybe. So this isn't all bad. I glance at my phone and realize that somewhere in the haze I'd had a conversation with my direct supervisor yesterday morning, that I don't remember. Chalk that one up to overworking myself. Quick write a note apologizing for whatever it was I said, and pack up and get ready to go to work. Yeah, it's one of THOSE days. Fortunately, it's really nice out. Already in the 40's. Hop in the ol Corolla, fire it up. As I'm driving down the road towards the highway, I almost hit a deer. Then about 4 more. I'm close enough that I can accurately gauge the shade of salmon that the deers butthole is at a glance. I'm REALLY close. Spend the rest of the drive to work tailgating some goober in a box truck that's never heard of a speed limit, because I figure I'm probably going to die anyway, this guy looks like he has good insurance.

Work starts uneventfully enough. Morning meeting consists of me taking projects from the sales team (my plan all along, making myself more valuable than a normal floor monkey) cleaning a bathroom, doing some vaccuuming, and eating candy. Oh and learning that one of my sales reps mother drunkenly accused her of being a lesbian, but she got a sweet purse and a DKNY dress so it was ok. I meet Kurt, the mostly deaf, theoretically retired handyman that's fixing our soon to be wash system for the glasses for our taproom (!). He's rad. I yell at Bob, our brewmaster, for eating hot sauce at the meeting, because now I want wings, and it's too berkeleying early for wings. Proceed off to bottling. Learn that we have some REALLY cool stuff coming up in the next day or so, and get on with stacking for lead because the next few days are going to be hell and I'm not leaving my route guys dry. Just as I'm finishing up. KABOOOOOOM!

Know what happens when you pressurize a bottle to 40psi and it has a fault in it? You find the fault REALLY berkeleyING QUICK. Glass everywhere. I hadn't even started putting beer in it, and I had a whole frontside full of bomber. There was glass all over me, all over the floor, all over the place.People are running up "are you ok!?!?!?!?!?!?" Because naturally, I have safety goggles, sitting on the table. On the other side of the bottling area. Glass definitely hit me in the face, the arms, the chest, the stomach, but NO BLOOD. I'm checking myself out going "Goddammit, now I gotta clean all this E36 M3 up" and they're worried that I just took a shotgun blast of glass to the chest. There was a good 30-40 foot radius just covered in glass. Even the front office was impressed with the distance I got on it. And as I'm cleaning up i look down and I'm like "berkeley, now my shirt's got glass all in it, and I don't think I have another one in my car".... Bob hooked a brotha up and I got a free shirt. Took me probably an hour to clean up the glass, which was fine, because as it turned out, I was about done with the keg I was bottling when that exploded anyhow, and the other beer I was supposed to bottle got poured over the weekend. So I was out of E36 M3 to do.

So, I'm at home, with free beer, and a new shirt. Wife called and got me in with the massage therapist, so I even got my massage on on my way home. And when I walked in the house, BACON!

Bravo! Wow, that's not the kind of "them days" I was expecting to read about. My day contained no beer, no bacon, and no free shirt. But, it also contained no flying glass shards, so still a good day in my book.

Haha nice!

Seems like a hassle to get a free shirt.

That's my kind of excitement

Yet another reason cans > bottles

I (thankfully) never had much in the way of memorable brewery incidents. Just a few stuck mashes :( Would have loved to continue with that job, alas (no $$).

That happens regularly in my garage. I finally learned to keep the bottles in Rubbermaid containers to contain the shrapnel.

peter wrote: Yet another reason cans > bottles I (thankfully) never had much in the way of memorable brewery incidents. Just a few stuck mashes :( Would have loved to continue with that job, alas (no $$).

We start cans this week.

Is your obviously increased happiness smoothing things out at home?

The day was luck neutral. It started bad, got worse then it just had to upswing with free shirt beer and bacon to make keep the universe in order.

mazdeuce wrote: Is your obviously increased happiness smoothing things out at home?

Sort of? Its making some things easier but swmbo doesn't like my kind of thrash, and the kiddos been a beast lately so its about neutral there too.

Glad you weren't hurt. Glass shrapnel can be nasty.

Glad you were spared blindness or a long, painful day in the ER. I got lucky in a lab last month. Someone looked at a pressure gauge on a European compressor (calibrated in bars for the big numbers), said "It's supposed to be 14 psi, it's on 1 now" and began to crank down the knob.

I turned and bent down to see right as a 1 liter heavy glass reagent bottle exploded about 6' behind me. Miraculously my ass wasn't shredded by the broken glass, which they'll be finding in every recess of the lab forever.

We both got lucky.