I work in some bad areas. This on is so bad they have night time security 24 hours.
In reply to Mr_Asa :
My now ex worked at an AMXS unit on the base where we were stationed. One day I got off of work early and decided to hang out with her. She showed me around her squadron and took me through the jet and sheet metal shop. I got to go in one of the NDI rooms and her and her work buddies thought it would be funny to shut the door while I was in there. I didn't think it was nearly as funny as they did.
In reply to stanger_mussle (Forum Supporter) :
Yeah, I'd be a little irritated as well. This particular room is (as far as I know) decommissioned. Most of this area was.
I was always jealous of the folks that worked in the fab shops on base. So many fun toys to play with.
stanger_mussle (Forum Supporter) said:Shot in my home town. There were more flags on the front.
It might have been built in Pennsylvania. So, ok.
In reply to Jesse Ransom :
Non-Destructive Inspection. X-ray, sonic testing, magnaflux, etc etc.
Common with a large number of, I guess you could say, high performance high dollar parts. This particular one is at an ammunition plant somewhere west of the Mississippi.
In reply to Mr_Asa :
Yeah, I was always amazed at the tooling they had. Of course, when you are repairing 50 year old aircraft (RJ-135), nothing is off the shelf. Her aircraft was a 1964 model.
There is a large ammo manufacturing facility in my hometown. It's west of the Mississippi
In reply to stanger_mussle (Forum Supporter) :
My former workplace has probably done business with them.
Reminds me of a hotel I stayed in when I was young and dumb. I should have known to just leave when the front desk had bullet proof glass that was fit for a bunker. If that wasn't enough, the security guard behind the desk with the knife cut scar from one ear to the other should have been a hint. And then there was the apparent crappy repair indicating the door to the individual room had been kicked in several times. Despite all these things, I still paid my money and tried to stay, after all, I had a reservation (and, surprisingly, none of the above was in the brochure). About 3 a.m., when there weren't breaks in the police sirens outside long enough to get to sleep, I got up, checked out, grabbed a monster-sized coffee and drove the rest of the way home. Good times.
Now, older and wiser, I never would have made it past the bullet-proof glass.
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