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Skinstains
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 23, 2010 - 09:12 pm: | 
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Wow, everyone seems to come to the party when it's a job thread. Cool.
Nittanyxt, I know the feeling only too well. If you want a job done right you have to do it yourself. It's a shame.
At any rate I am a local 1 NYC elevator constructor. I don't work on any of the real elevators. I help design (sort of) the instalation of construction elevators in NYC and vicinity. By design I mean I take the architect and engineers drawings and make sure that they are feasible as many times they need the experience of the man in the field to help with suggestions and or opinions of what might work really well and to say for certain when a plan will not work and give them the "why". Then I erect, maintain, repair, and eventually disassemble the cool outside elevators you see going up and down the side of buildings, bridges, and refinery structures. Along the way I have earned myself a bit of a good reputation for being thorough and competent in doing a job that not many would care to do (cold in winter, hot in summer, breakdowns when icy and windy as that often causes the breakdown. As well as a lot of after hours and weekend work). This reputation has made me a sort of go to guy for hoisting companies that weren't / aren't my full time employer for advise and assistance. This in turn has led to me being a dues paying freelance hoist man that now works internationaly / globally enjoying the millionaires penthouse view without the rent or mortgage. A real nice side bennefit is that I have keys to all of the construction sites as well as their power disconnects and hoist lock outs. This comes in handier than you may think as my insignificant other is a freak and likes the addition of the occasional ariel twist to our zesty sessions. She also likes to document these sessions with a stick figure rendering of that nights particular performance with spray paint on the spot of the roof or balcony where said performance took place. The City never sleeps as they say. |
Skinstains
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 23, 2010 - 09:16 pm: |
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For the record...XB9er has the coolest job I've seen here so far.
Do you go through all the cool mountain tunnels and such ? The scenery must be spectacular. |
M2nc
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 23, 2010 - 11:18 pm: |
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Took a temporary night job as a stock handler in a fork lift factory so I could go to school during the day. Seven positions and 14yrs later, I am presently the production manager. |
Ulynut
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 24, 2010 - 06:03 am: |
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Dang, Skinstains, talk about fringe benefits.  |
Kyrocket
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 24, 2010 - 01:27 pm: |
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"She also likes to document these sessions with a stick figure rendering of that nights particular performance with spray paint on the spot of the roof or balcony where said performance took place."
Hahahaha, kinda like Kilroy was here. Next thing we'll know is someone making a fuss about all the stick people everywhere. Just like the little lite brite dude that caught so much flack in, where was it? Boston maybe? |
Skinstains
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 24, 2010 - 05:55 pm: |
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Pretty neat right ? It is only done on the concrete or steel Q-deck floors, long before civilians are around. |
Etennuly
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 24, 2010 - 06:52 pm: |
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I'm thinking Ulynut's job is pretty cool.
Kinda reminds me of how the ground looked behind my Yamaha TT500 riding the pipe lines in NW Pa. back in the day. |
Skinstains
| | Posted on Thursday, February 25, 2010 - 07:01 pm: |
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I think it would be really effin' cool to be steering one of them there big-uns through the country. The scenery must be outstanding. |
Ulynut
| | Posted on Thursday, February 25, 2010 - 07:14 pm: |
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I wish I could find the video one of the guys made with me hanging off the mountains with my 39,000 lb drill dangling from a cable. It's quite an adventure when you add about 15,000 lbs of high explosives to the mix. Sometimes, I'm working on 100' high walls out in the middle of nowhere, other times, in the middle of the city surrounded by buildings, people, and traffic. |
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