I really want to be able to get one of these badass shirts made for my lame office job. Skeleton with guns preferred.
To all a forker, death cometh for thee! For the haughty, soon, the humble, late; The temptations of wheelsmanship esprit Will make your tomb a mountain of freight. "All in a day's work," the fools are heard crowing, A thoughtless talley for the "days without incident," But the forksman sees that whiteboard tally knowing, The next comes only with death's consent. The mighty forker stares death in the eye, But the wise feel his breath on their shoulder, 3 pallets of pudding for loading dock five, Danger's in the eye of the beholder Astride your forked beast, take no leisure! A quota must be made, But know that haste and half-measure, Will make a tapioca end of your vanilla days
I operated a forklift on a summer job when I was in high school. Had no certification and this was possibly illegal. Have always been a bad boi
I used to work in a warehouse and we had fake plates on the back that said Indiana, the Do Me State. When I first say it I read it as the DOME state and thought it was weird that the driver loved the Hoosier Dome that much. This adds nothing to your question but I think about it as least once a day and that was 25 years ago.
If I saw someone with a shirt that said "I'm a forklift operator, ask me about my daily deals with death" I sure would
My internship in college required me to get something off a tall rack in the warehouse. The forklift driver threw a pallet on the forks, had me stand on it while he lifted me up. Being young and dumb I did it. So I kind of legitimately stared a forklift related death in the face.
The folks getting off work catching up on 3 unread pages in this thread just to read about forklifts are gonna be salty
Loaded a pallet into the bed of my truck just 5 short hours ago. Didn’t even realize how close to death I was
I saw the face of death and it was near a forklift, so I get it. Thankfully I escaped with a broken ankle and a brand new XBOX 360.
when I was a kid (20 or thereabouts) working as summer help in a Pittsburgh fabrication plant (my dad was a press brake operator there), me and another kid decided it would be a good idea to pick up an old drill machine (one of those big 1950s bad boys -- full of oil -- hopefully not PCBs) that was stored in one of the ancillary buildings and move it with a fork and a hyster crane. I was on the mini crane, other guy was on the fork. Well, it was too heavy and tipped both the fork and the hyster over on their front wheels. Of course the piece rolled once this happened and broke off the fill port. Lucky we didn't get crushed or something, but we didn't have time to count our blessings. We grabbed a shop rag and shoved it in the hole and got the fuck out of there. I don't even think I told my dad this story until after he retired. Guessing they found out about it well after summer was over. tl;dr - work safe kids
I am licensed to operate a forklift in 13 states, I just don’t. Once you reach the mountaintop and all.
Ohio posters are all forklift certified I reckon. Kinda like none of the Husk posters have all ten fingers