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eats-the-stars · 1 year

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Consider Machines Over Customers

don’t know how useful this is, but for people who hate the customer interaction part of their jobs, like, if you think that is the worst part of your job, consider looking for a job that does not involve you interacting with customers. the hard part is that all the “basic job that you don’t need a college education to get” kind of jobs that I could think of to look for on job sites were like call center work and waitress and hotel staff and front desk work and retail and, you know, customer service positions. so I was searching job sites with those key words and did not know about a lot of other options. namely...machines. yes, that’s right. turns out there are so many machines out there and they all need people to operate them. there’s also warehouse stocking jobs but i haven’t tried one of those so I can’t endorse or diss them. BUT...I am working a machine operating job right now and I actually love machines. they are great. they also have yet to yell at me about an expired coupon. i mean, sometimes they do complain about thread breakage or refuse to read a positioning mark that is RIGHT THERE, but still...I love machines. I also do not have to see customers at all. like, I know the orders go to customers eventually, but I do not need to help them place the orders or receive the calls when their package does not arrive on time. I just need to fill the order and I’m done. whatever happens next is out of my hands. actually...the delivery workers might be another “customers are not my problem” option. they pick up orders from us and I think they just need to whip those at the front doors of customers, but they don’t actually need to talk to them.

just...the main point is that I spent a long time stuck thinking that all the “non-career” jobs I could get required customer interaction. unless you were, like, a cook in the back or stocking jobs, and i can’t cook or lift that much. so my advice is...just try getting creative with the keywords you plug into job sites. I hit on my current job by pure chance, no idea why it showed up when I was typing in stuff like “front desk” and “call center representative.” If you want machine stuff, try typing in “manufacturing” or “assembly” or “operator” or “production.” I am mostly just throwing this out there into the void in case it helps anyone. I spent way too long doing customer service and hating how draining it was and how much I would dread going to work. but now I am shocked that I actually do not mind going to work. it is tiring, but only physically, and otherwise actually enjoyable. so...consider machines over customers.

#job stuff #i don't think most ppl are generally aware of these kinds of jobs #especially since whenever i mention that i'm an industrial embroidery machine operator #people tend to have no idea what that means or what i do #i literally needed no experience or education either. i think these type of jobs have a lot of entry level positions #and they did train me to do it and there's nothing that would require college education #i am not saying this is true for all jobs like this but i did spot some similar jobs on Indeed #usually it looks like they just require high school education #some look like they're more high end than others and give benefits but might require prior experience #if you wanted one of the nicer higher paying jobs that say 'prefer 3 years of manufacturing experience'#i feel like you could easily do a few years of a lower-paying 'no prior experience necessary' jobs like the one i have #and then upgrade once you've got the experience #also this may or may not be a factor in how much i am enjoying my new job but i am very autistic #so a job that focuses on attention to detail and sorting and matching and also colors and lots of repetition...#yeah it's like they made this job just for me as a treat #and i'm not saying your jam is definitely machines. just that i really love them but i never thought they were an option #for like your average person who did not get some kind of welding certification or engineering degree or something #because i did not do any of that. they just let me touch the machines right away #i'm not even good at math this feels like a sin #but i love these machines way more than i've ever enjoyed a customer interaction #so i highly recommend trying to look for more 'obscure' jobs that you didn't hear about during school job fairs #also some other jobs i did know about w/no customer interaction but have not personally tried #are data entry clerk and transcriptionist #also i love animals so i looked for jobs where i work with animals but no dice for me #i don't really want to work at a doggy daycare that's too high energy and lots of cleaning but i did consider it #my friend was a dog groomer for a while but that is also not my jam #oh and a lot of teaching assistant/teaching positions don't actually require an education #they seem to be always hurting for staff #my sister is an aide at an elementary school and she didn't go to school for that #hmm...janitorial jobs. landscaping. delivery

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smithstructure · 3 days

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electronalytics · 9 months

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helenwei001-blog · 2 years

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secretmellowblog · 1 year

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The thing is, Jean Valjean’s “nineteen year prison sentence for stealing a loaf of bread” from Les Mis isn’t actually unusual….not even today! I see people talking about it as if it’s strange or unimaginable when it happens every day.

In modern America — often as a result of pointlessly cruel (and racist) habitual offender and mandatory minimum laws— people are routinely sentenced to life in prison for minor crimes like shoplifting or possession of drugs.

The ACLU did a report in 2013 detailing the lives of various people who were sentenced to life in prison without parole for nonviolent property crimes like:

•attempting to cash a stolen check

•a junk-dealer’s possession of stolen junk

metal (10 valves and one elbow pipe)

•possession of stolen wrenches

•siphoning gasoline from a truck

•stealing tools from a tool shed and a welding machine from a yard

•shoplifting three belts from a department store

•shoplifting several digital cameras

•shoplifting two jerseys from an athletic store

• taking a television, circular saw, and a power converter from a vacant house

• breaking into a closed liquor store in the middle of the night

And of course, so so so many people sentenced to life without parole for the possession of a few grams of drugs.

And we could go on and on!

Gregory Taylor was a homeless man in Los Angeles who, in 1997, was sentenced to “25 years to life” for attempting to steal food from a food kitchen. He was released after 13 years. The lawyers helping to release him even cited Les Miserables in their appeal, comparing Taylor’s sentence to Jean Valjean’s.

And there’s another specific bit of social commentary Hugo was making about Valjean’s trial that’s still depressingly relevant. He writes that Valjean was sentenced for the theft of loaf of bread, but also that the court managed to make that sentence stick by bringing up some of his past misdemeanors. For example, Valjean owned a gun and was known to occasionally poach wildlife (presumably for his starving family to eat.) . So the court exaggerates how harmful the bread theft was—he had to smash a windowpane to get the bread, which is basically Violence— then insist the fact that he owns a gun and occasionally poaches is proof that he is habitually and innately violent. Then when Valjean obviously becomes distressed traumatized and furious as a result of his nakedly unjust sentence and begins making desperate (and very unsuccessful/impulsive/ poorly thought through) attempts to escape…. the government indifferently tacks more years onto his sentence, labels him a “dangerous” felon, and insists that its initial read of him as an innately violent person was correct.

And it’s sad how a lot of the real life stories linked earlier are similar to the commentary Hugo wrote in 1863? Someone will commit a nonviolent property crime, and then the court insists that a bunch of other miscellaneous things they’ve done in the past (whether it’s other minor thefts or being addicted to drugs or w/e) are Proof they’re inherently violent and incapable of being around other people.

A small very petty fandom side note: This is also why I dislike all those common jokes you see everywhere along the lines of “lol it’s so unrealistic for the police to want to arrest Valjean over a loaf of bread, there must have been some other reason the police were pursuing him. Because the state would never punish someone that harshly and irrationally for no reason. so maybe javert was just gay haha”. (Ex: this tiktok— please don’t harass the creator or poster though, I don’t think they were intending to mean anything like that and its just a silly common type of joke you see made about Les mis all the time so it’s not unique in any way.) because like.

As much as I don’t think Les Mis is a flawless book or that its political messaging is perfect….the only way that insanely long unjust sentences for minor crimes is “unrealistic” is if you’re operating on the assumption that prisons are here to Keep You Safe by always only punishing bad criminals who do serious crimes. And that’s just, not true at all. Like I get that these are just goofy silly shallow jokes, and I’m not angry or going to harass anyone who makes them. but it feels like there’s an assumption underlying all those goofy jokes that “this is just not how prison works!” “Prisons don’t routinely sentence people to absurd laughably unjust pointless sentences!” “Prisons give people fair sentences for logical reasons!” When like…no

Valjean being relentlessly hounded and tortured for a minor crime in a way that is utterly ridiculous and arbitrary in its cruelty is not actually a plot hole in Les mis. It’s a plot hole in …..society ajsjkdkdkf. And the only way to fix that is to fight for prison abolition or at least reform, and (in America) stand up against the vicious naked cruelty of habitual offender and mandatory minimum laws.

But yeah :(. I hate how Les Mis opens with a prologue saying the novel will be obsolete the moment the social issues it describes have been resolved— but two hundred years later, the book is still more relevant than ever because we’re dealing with so many of the exact same injustices.

#les mis #lm 1.2.6 #Jean Valjean #anyway sometimes lm 1.2.6 makes me sad and sometimes it makes me angry #today I feel both #: ‘(((((((((((((((#but yeah #also again I don’t hate people who make the goofy ‘lol valjeans prison sentence was so unrealistic javert must be gay’ jokes #i get that they’re jokes #and that they’re mostly made by people who like watched Les mis 2012 once #but also #but also but also #:’’’’(#I don’t know the tragedy of valjeans story and the continued relevance of that social commentary Gets to me #Les mis letters #Les mis daily

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bonebrokebuddy · 2 months

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@kodedgeekthings eyo you mentioned wanting a dpxdc prompt for Howard, Batman’s mechanic!

Harold misses fixing toys for kids and in his off hours has taken up the habit of answering questions on forums about machining, electrical, engineering, mechanics, and mechanical design that are often frequented by students.

One day, he comes across a request by a college student who is trying to assemble his own car out of scrap he bought from a local wrecking yard.

Ghostly_Boy states that he has previous experience in machining and can make replacements for broken or too-damaged parts if need be, but he doesn’t know where to start and what specific requirements he needs to reach to ensure it’s street legal.

Harold willing to help, he answers a few of Ghostly Boy’s clarifying questions:

- Great questions!

It’s good to note that if you’re not careful, fixing or making your own car from parts can be a moneysink and can cost you more than a brand new vehicle. - That being said, your first major step to ensuring you can drive the car is to get the title of the body/frame of the car you plan to build. It’ll have the VIN on a plate welded to the frame usually near the lower edge of the windshield wipers on the drivers side. It’s how the DMV identifies vehicles for licensing.

- Generally, you’ll at first get a “wreck out” title that shows the vehicle is listed as a total loss, but if you can assemble the parts for the car with that frame, the DMV can check if it’s properly running and road worthy & license for you to use it on public roads if you’ve done the proper paperwork.

- Once that is done, it’s largely a case of getting the right parts and assembling them. Depending on how much you have to repair, you could be taking on a task that could give a challenge to even a seasoned mechanic. There may be additional paperwork depending on what exactly you need to repair, like the breaks, lights, steering, etc.

- If you want to build the car entirely from scratch, chassis and all, that’s an entirely different story with a much more complicated list of requirements to make it street legal, so getting a frame from a junkyard is a great first step!

- Make sure to keep all bills of sale, junkyard receipts, invoices and manufacturers’ certificates on any major parts you used in building the vehicle to prove its road worthy to the DMV when it’s complete!

Harold doesn’t always answer first but over time he’s found the adventures of this kid amusing and keeps up with it.

Ghostly_Boy keeps the forum updated with his progress:

The kid spontaneously deciding to scrap the wiring system and make his own in a span of 3 days, leaving experienced mechanics on the forum practically screaming at the kid for his updates showing him using random wires he salvaged and pigtailing them together to get the length of wire he needed.

Mixing not only multiple types of wires but ones that didn’t have the protection needed for auto use. DIY-ing his own relay and fuses he didn’t have and connecting the wrong grounds and switches. And planning on leaving the wires unwrapped and loose.

Leaving Ghost to promptly redo the wiring, correctly this time, within 78 hours.

Making a repair of a massive rusted hole on the passenger side by the bumper and the front tire via cutting 1/2in past the rust, grinding it pretty and clean, tac & seam welding the vintage aluminum housing material of a toaster to cover the hole to the response of Harold and many others in the forum just going “… I guess that would work?”

Harold and many others telling the kid that this “ectoplasm” material wasn’t cleared through the EPA’s Clear Air Act and could be illegal to drive with it as it’s fuel source unless he got the emissions tested & the center of gravity of the car adjusted to have the center of gravity a gas car has, it wouldn’t pass Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standards. Nor would the previously untested on material make it easy or quick to get an Emissions testing certificate. Best to just stick with gas.

Removing what he thought was a “skid plate” that turned out to be another rusted out section on the frame on the bottom of his car and repairing it with steel he salvaged from an old medical table he had laying around. (To the multiple slightly confused commenters asking how Ghost had a spare medical table, he replied, “eh, my folks visit every so often and they’ve been giving me things they’re clearing out of the house so they can move closer to my older sister. I just so happened to get the ye olde medical table. They’re an odd couple of folks but that’s why I love them.”)

People just crying at the kid to go to rockauto.com and just buy the damn parts he needs for his car. (A good resource btw)

The kid kept cutting corners to save cash but through the badgering of Harold and many others that he actually would have to spend money to make this car be safe to drive in, he finally got it completed.

Ghost’s post of him leaving DMV waving the updated title to the car in its envelope in the air, titled, “THE DMV FINALLY SAID IT WASN’T A FIRE HAZARD! ONLY TOOK 2 YEARS! THANKS EVERYONE!” Got the most amount of responses he’d ever had with congratulations from lurkers and previous commenters.

Over the course of those two years, Danny learned how to draw his own wiring diagrams, properly solder and weld, and learning to actually plan out his projects so he got it right at least the fifth time instead of the 20th. Not bad for a kid that went straight from graduating high school with a 1.5GPA to construction jobs.

But after finally getting the car approved, Ghostly_Boy returns to the forum with a new problem. Lamenting that his parents keep coming over and “modifying” his car to no longer make it street legal.

At this point, about half of the answers to the submission think it’s either a joke project taken very, very seriously with a good chunk of money behind it, or a kid with parents that have narrowly avoided falling completely down the mad scientist rogue rabbit hole.

After all, what sort of parent would think that the DMV would approve to “anti-ghost missiles” being attached to the outer body of the car? Either way, the submissions always had video attached showing a demonstration, proving that Ghost wasn’t just completely yanking their chain. And a good amount of money would have to be sunken in to not only pay for the fines Ghostly continued to get from the additions to his car, but to actually manufacture and make a unique working product for each plea for help request.

Harold is not only taking notes on some of these defense measures but also decides to bring up the boy to Alfred. Intrigued, they together keep an eye on Ghostly_Boy. Bruce may be their employer, but they can handle a case or two on their own.

- I wanted Danny to try to make smth for himself now that he doesn’t have access to his parent’s lab anymore but he also doesn’t have access to ectoplasm so he’s fairly unfamiliar how to wire things Not for ectoplasmic standards.

Also I wanted to make a prompt where Danny had a good relationship with his parents & went into a fairly realistic job after high school with his fairly bad GPA so he’s saving up for a technical school via construction jobs as he doesn’t like the idea of working fast food for understandable reasons.

#dpxdc #bones writes #i have about 3 dozen ideas for dpxdc ideas to do with Howard #I’m going to be a manufacturing engineer.#i got so many ideas for this dude teaching one of the batkids or a visitor to the batcave about how cad programs work #& why he’s using x material for its purpose #instead of y material #like this dude could just be any of my automation profs

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diabolus1exmachina · 11 months

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Effeffe Berlinetta

Berlinetta is a name of the past, a name that conjures up a very specific type of car: a high-performing sports car with closed bodywork, a 2-seater (or 2+2 at most). The name Berlinetta embodies all the philosophy of the first car made by Effeffe. A car built today in exactly the same way as craftsmen moulded the famous GTs in the late 1950s: the mechanics borrowed from the series and redesigned to suit new needs, a hand-made chassis and bodywork. All starting from a blank sheet. An original car with a strong personality, in form and in deed, which is the best possible homage to the skill of these craftsmen. A generation we have perhaps forgotten, that offered the Italian car tradition - and the history of motoring generally - plenty in terms of uniqueness, charm and design. A product built and finished by hand, like in the past, with a tubular chassis, hand-beaten aluminium bodywork and wire wheels, seeking to guess and please the taste of the owner, expressing a timeless character.

The Berlinetta prototype was born in 2014, little more than a scale model. Made and finished, but not running: the mechanics are approximate, and it has never really been fine-tuned. But it is beautiful. An authentic time-machine. It seems as if it has just been found in a hay barn and dusted down. In addition, being practically a style model, its lines are pure and smooth, not “dirtied” by license plates or indicators. So beautiful, in fact, that, almost as a game, the Frigerio brothers sent a few photos to the people in charge of the Concorso di Eleganza di Villa d’Este. And, a surprise, they sent an invitation to present the Berlinetta in the Concept Cars category. A dream within a dream, the self-built car made its début and the world’s most prestigious and glamorous elegance competition.

Along with the interest and pleasure shown immediately by the public and the media, this would have gone to anyone’s head. But as we know, the Frigerio brothers aren’t the sort of people who sit on their laurels, and they decided the play another chip. They realised that their idea could become something more than just an adventure, and decided to exploit their years of relationships, acquaintances, friendships and skill to set up a workshop to produce the Berlinetta in small series. An exclusive, tailored and fully customisable product. Built as in the past by a handful of old craftsmen wanting to get back in the game, but with the help of the best technologies available today.

The lines of the Berlinetta need no explanation. They are a well-balanced mix of classic, late-50s stylistic elements, from the muscular bumpers to the oval grille, a hint of rear fins and the double bubble roof. The definition of the lines of the car talks of an approach that is about as poetically anachronistic as you can get. The Frigerio brothers started by placing the mechanics and seats on the floor, tracing the basic outline around them with chalk, then gradually building the chassis, welding, cutting and welding again. Following the curves of the tubular metal frame, they then moved onto the bodywork, beaten entirely by hand in aluminium according to the artisanal sensitivity of Vittorio, who has a good hand, assisted by a few panel beaters with forty years’ experience. And from there, the project moved on in a kind of reverse engineering, working backwards by making 3D scans of the shapes to produce the drawings and designs.

Style and proportions have that instantly recognisable Italian flair, as does the passenger compartment, entirely leather-lined with a dashboard painted in the same colour as the car, and the Alfa Romeo-derived mechanics. Who, working according to the Fia Gr2 specifications of the 1971 European Touring challenge, they were able to achieve around 200 HP at 6800 rpm, with maximum torque of around 30 Kg/m at 4400 rpm, on the road with no technological support.

#Effeffe Berlinetta #Alfa Romeo

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ryoalouette · 8 months

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You guys know Doraemon? Futuristic cat(?) robot(??) that have this magical pocket that holds everything you can imagine? From doors that can bring you to anywhere in the world, flying hat, a gun that would alter something in the reality, etc, etc.

And then you add this post as inspiration, well.

Everyone in JL is Convinced that Batman has everything in his Bat-belt that it literally holds everything. Ofc canonically it has everything that Batman's quite prepared for, like say- Kryptonite, jerky, shark repellent, and so on.

But then imagine when Batman pulls out something that shouldn't be possible from his belt, like maybe- idk, a vacuum (portable), welding machine, hair dryer, a glass vial(!! Batman, that's dangerous-) etc, in one sitting. And none of those devices are the type that's able to be folded or taken apart/assembled so quickly. And then it goes from small things to big things like a wholeass suitcase. In his belt.

AKA

It's not Batman that's Deified, it's his utility belt.

Sadly, upon being stolen it's a normal utility belt. When Batman wears some other utility belt, the belt become Deified. Literally when any utility belt that Batman used will be Deified. Batman, the one who shall Deify any utility belt if said belt is in contact with him.

This can be crossover or nah, but I imagine if it's crossover with DP, Batman's belt would be referred to Batman's 4D Belt that's quite famous across the GZ. Maybe Danny's the one creating the objects that would look like A but the function isn't A, but it's G instead. Like Doraemon. Or my other post the other day.

#batman #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #crack #prompt #lowkey imagining Batman doesn't explain anything about whatever things he pulled out from his belt #Even the things that shouldn't make sense #but somehow it works in this situation?#Everyone is very confused #but I kinda imagine Batman doing this to Hal specifically #and to the JL in general #he's most definitely a troll #Still tho #Deified Belt AU #What a weird “meta” ability

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lunarbreaksblog · 3 months

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Horizon of Memories - Chapter 1

Prologue

He couldn’t help the bubbling rage inside of him as Orion turned to face him. Megatron had failed at turning Orion to the cause…yet again.

He let out a roar, face tensed in anger at the prime as the autobots fled the nemesis.

How could Megatron be so foolish to think he had another chance at the Prime.

No, he could only rely on himself and no one else.

As the neon colours of the groundbridge faded, Megatron stood, face still screwed up in anger. His optics could kill someone on sight. Reluctantly, Megatron left the site, anger still present. Slowly as he made his way to the bridge, his anger morphed into pure hatred for the Prime

He entered the command bridge– everybot looked at him, he scoffed loudly, they flinched and looked away.

“Soundwave, I want a status report” the warframe growled as he stepped further into the bridge.

:Orion Pax terminated:

:Optimus Prime revived: Static crackled from their visor as they conducted their report with mixed voice lines.

Megatron growled, he'd never lash out at his most promising con but Soundwave was crossing a line that the warlord needed to define again.

“I know, Soundwave '' He grunted as he stood in the middle of the dark dreary bridge with its sharp surfaces. He put his arms behind his back, hands interlocked as he peered towards the visor of the Nemesis. Storm clouds seem to be brewing.

:Unknown ship signal retrieved on planet:

“Decepticon or Autobot?”

:Pre-war – Iaconian built:

“Interesting” Megatron was intrigued now, how did a pre-war vessel reach this lonely planet?

‘Earth’ was quite a trek to reach all the way from Cybertron even with a Spacebridge.

“Deploy Knockout and Starscream to investigate it” Megatron growled as he continued to watch the storm clouds.

The seeker and doctor needed to be reminded that they weren't on the same level as command as the warlord. They needed to be punished.

Soundwave turned to his console, typing on the holographic screen. Then he sent for the two which unfortunately were in the medbay together. The doctor was fixing the seeker’s left wing when Soundwave entered.

:Lord Megatron requires you to be deployed to the semi-desert region; The Karoo: The slender mech hissed in a mix of vocals, some not recognisable to them.

“Why? Has our Lord not have Vehicons to do his bidding?” Starscream shrieked as Knockout welded the rest of his wing

“Oh shut it Starscream –” Knockout paused and looked to Soundwave “ Think of it as a time to get out of this bloody ship” he continued

Soundwave nodded and left the two.

Knockout couldn’t help but shiver at the purple mech. The mere fact that he came into the doctor’s medbay to tell them personally that Megatron wanted them to do the mission. He knew something was wrong.

“Oh you shut it Knockout, I am the second in command after all and you’re but the medic of this ship” the seeker hissed, his glare held venom.

“Let’s just go” was Knockouts only response

He personally didn't feel like having a fight with Starscream, the seekers talons could easily ruin his finish.

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The karoo’s hot arid air burnt Knockout’s vents as they exited the groundbridge. Starscream didn’t seem to like it either since gave off a loud growl.

“Why must I be subjected to this? I am the second in command of the Decepticons!” the seeker shrieked.

The ground was sandy and loose, the seeker nearly lost his balance from his heels not finding a hard enough surface.

A hot breeze swept through them, carrying dust particles that seemed to cling on Knockout’s cherry red paint. The red mech was not happy about this assignment but he needed to be quick, then he could fix his paint in the security of his habsuite.

“Are you listening to me!?” Starscream howled into the grounder’s audial.

“Frag off” Knockout barked, his patience wearing thin.

If looks could kill, the doctor would be seven feet under from the seekers harsh glare.

Knockout held out a little machine with a screen on it. He pointed in front of him, moving the machine to get a better signal until a loud beeping came from the direction of large dull-looking mountains with flora that seemed to match this dessert.

“That is where the point of interest is Screamer” Knockout spoke.

Quickly he transformed into his alt-mode and rode towards the mountains. Starscream didn't have a moment to say anything before he too transformed and flew after the red car.

Soon enough, the car could make a stark difference in the wall of one of the mountains, metal seemed to be hidden in iron-rich stone and sand that made up the side of the mountain. How could he have not spotted it where he just came from. It was an eyesore.

How did it go unnoticed?

He could make out the roof of a cruiser that seemed to meld with the mountain, the cruiser was sideways, they’d have to go through the upper hull to reach the contents of the ship.

He drove faster to reach the wall-ship, with a dust of hot air he transformed into his bot mode. The ground there was more solid, less sandy.

“Now, that's quite strange?” Starscream hummed as he gracefully transformed.

“It’s a cruiser?”

“Yes– but it's a pleasure cruiser.”

“A what?”

Knockout glared at the seeker. What was a pre-war ‘pleasure cruiser’ doing out here.

“How do you know?”

Starscream huffed and crossed his arms

“Of course I would know, I use to be prince of Vos– soon-to-be Winglord” Starscream paused “and I know its pleasure cruiser since I use to have one” he stated in annoyance

How could Knockout forget that Starscream used to be ‘royalty’. Starscream's ignorance would soon be the death of him, Knockout thought bitterly. Either by Megatron’s hands or his own. Knockout shoved the thought of the seeker’s demise away.

He glanced at the mountain, the ship seemed to glow under the bright hot sun. how could he have missed it? It was practically in plain sight.

Starscream walked forward to the ship, quickly he placed his taloned servo on the cold metal ship.

“Now, how are we going to get in Doctor?” the seeker mumbled as he started feeling the metal, looking for any weak spots.

It took them a while but they finally found a way in. A piece of the metallic hull was coming undone, a big enough gap for Knockout to wedge the piece off with his staff.

With a loud clang, the piece fell off the ship, leaving a space for both cybertronians to enter.

Once inside, Knockout couldn’t help but formulate the plan to find something for himself, since the cruiser seemed quite kitted out in elegance with its long golden corridors with red bioluminescence lights.

Red light bathed both of them. The walls seemed to glimmer with the red light.

“Huh, quite a strange cruiser” Starscream spoke as he put his servo to his hip.

It was atrocious to the seeker, the clashing of gold walls and red lights hurt his optics. With a huff, he walked towards the corridor. Knockout scrambled to follow him. Soon, the two were met with a spacious bridge. The visor of the cruiser only stared at stone and dirt. The bridge was luckily not bathed in red light. That helped Starscream's optics pain a bit.

“What do we do now…” Knockout grumbled.

Soundwave didn't really specify what they were doing here or what they were looking for. They just had to look for a mysterious signal that seemed to lead them here. Maybe they could report back and say they found nothing.

While Knockout was contemplating the next course of action, Starscream stalked out of the bridge and once again down another corridor. Soon the seeker found the store room of the ship, covered in a layer of dust but the bright glow of energon was a welcoming sight to the seeker. He could even see some high-grade and rust sticks. Oh, he had found a wonder sight.

However, to the corner Starscream saw something.

It was a stasis pod?

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gloomysarchive · 5 months

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sumn random

ʚ🩸ɞ type: mini something

ʚ🩸ɞ includes: fem miguel ohara (her name is miguela)

ʚ🩸ɞ summary: social withdrawal

inspo

She's crawling through a cramped space inside one of the big engines in the headquarters. It doesn't need to be fixed, she's just tinkering to keep herself occupied.

She's alone in the engine room, though she isn't lonely. Her back rests against a cool wall, and she's idly chatting to the machine spirits of the engines on one side of her. She seems happier, more herself. The engines hum and glow with a soft amber light, and they seem to speak to her in a whisper. She likes the the solitude. This is the only place where she doesn't have a to be a leader, a hero, or a mentor — it's just her and her machines.

Reality starts to set in along with the dark circles beneath her eyes. She rubs them with the back of her hand. She wipes the sweat off her head, wrench in one hand. “Mierda...” She huffs. She smells like metal, sweat, and oil. Her hands are grimey and scarred with bits of singed flesh from mishandling a welding tool. She chews her nail idly in thought.

Her excellent hearing makes up for her lack of spidey senses — she wouldn't have noticed your entry. She stands up immediately, tired eyes straining harshly as she prepares to face the intruder.

“How did you get in here?” She questions, her voice firm and accusatory.

“The door was open,” you reply, but you're lying - LYLA had let you in, though she was instructed to restrict any and everyone's access to the sub-level.

“Do you need something from me?” She wants to get you out of here as quick as possible. She doesn't want to, but she has to be boss for at least few minutes so she can get back to her voluntary isolation.

“I just wanted to check on you...” This, isn't a lie.

Her face softens ever so slightly. Someone came to check on her? “...Gracias.” She rubs her eyes again, this time out of a bit of guilt for being so defensive. “Perdón. I'm just... tired.”

“You're... (y/n), right?” She asks. She tries to at least remember the first names of her recruits, but there's just so many. Too many. You nod in confirmation and she feels a prideful smirk tug at the corner of her lips. She didn't forget.

You two chat for a few minutes. Miguela didn't even think she'd be ready interact with people again; she intended to avoid everyone for the rest of the day, shut herself in her office, skip dinner, and work until LYLA forced her consoles on lockdown. This is... refreshing.

She says with a slight smile, “Thank you.” The corners of her eyes crinkle with that last bit of emotion her smile couldn't convey.

“...You're welcome... for what, exactly?”

She just smiles again.

err for da lesbian miguel ohara likers (me)

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smithstructure · 3 months

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Discover cutting-edge machinery at Smith Structures India, offering Plasma Cutting, Welding, CNC Shearing, Bending, and more. Serving throughout Gujarat, India.

#Plasma Cutting Machine #Deck Sheet Machine #PHI Welding Machine #Gantry Type H Beam Welding #Standing Seam Machine #CNC Shearing Machine #CNC Bending Machine

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pillsarchive · 6 months

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Stay out of the basement!

Vanessa has quality bonding time with her dad and nothing else of note happens (READ THE TAGS OH MY GOD READ THEM DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT)!

Anyone who can guess where I got the title from gets a cookie :3

Vanessa had always been curious. Her mother thought it was annoying, when vanny would bother her too much with her questions she’d get grounded. That’s why she liked being around her dad so much more - he encouraged it. His favorite thing to do with her was teach her about robotics. She loved watching him work, tinker with tiny metal plates and weld parts together. He’d set everything he was working on out on the kitchen table and meticulously explain what all of it did, how each little piece helped the larger machine function. Today wasn’t one of those days. Her mom and dad were sleeping in different houses now, they had never really gotten along very well. Vanessa hadn’t cried when she’d gotten told that she’d be spending all her time with her father now, that her mother only wanted vanny to come over every three weeks. It was like a party all the time, her dad never told her she was being too loud, never asked her to leave him alone, he loved her. The only bad thing about staying with her dad was when he had to leave her alone to go do business stuff. She’d get lonely. The house felt empty without anyone else in it, and after she watched all the movies they had on vhs boredom set in. She wished he’d left something out on the kitchen table to play around with, even when she knew she wasn’t building anything functional she liked to screw things together and make little metal sculptures.

Then, she got an idea.

Her dad always kept more things for his projects in the basement. Vanessa got up, tugging down the sleeves of her sweatshirt and padding down the hallway towards the door. Before he’d left the house, he’d reiterated what he always told her before he left her alone.

“Remember, vanny, dont go into the basement.”

She didn’t think much of it. Her mother had always been the one to get her in trouble, her dad had only ever been mean when she did bad in school, or when she wouldn’t behave (which wasn’t very often - she prided herself on being the type of kid he bragged about). She was smart, dad had told her that, and she knew how to stay safe around his machines. He was probably just scared she’d get hurt, that a spare screw would run through her foot. She quickly ran back to the front of the house and tugged on a pair of shoes. Before she walked back to the basement door, she thought for a few minutes about anything else she could have missed. When she couldn’t think of anything, she slowly opened the door and started down the metal stairs. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. Even though she knew she wouldn’t get caught, she could almost feel him watching her. As she descended further into the dimly lit basement she realized this was the first time she’d ever done anything he’d told her not to. The thought gave her a strange satisfaction, the fun of taking a risk outweighed the fear of being found out and she flipped the lightswitch.

As Vanessa’s eyes adjusted to the light, she scrunched up her nose. It smelled funny - like the one time a steak had gone bad in the fridge at their old house. She put her sweatshirt neckline up over her nose and looked around. There were half finished machines everywhere. Her eyes were drawn to a doll in the corner, it was smaller than all the other robots and it had an old fashioned frilly dress on. Had her father been making her a present, a toy? Is that why he hadn’t wanted her down here? Guilt washed over her. What if he got sad because she’d ruined his surprise for her? Quickly, she poked around and found what she was looking for, the place where he kept his scrap material. She picked up a screwdriver and a few pieces of metal, screws, and some hinges then looked over at the doll one last time before she ran back up the stairs.

Just as she feels her foot touch the flat solid surface of the ground floor the front door opens. Her dad is home. She panics, reaching for the door to the basement and dropping some of the scrap and the tools she’s holding in her hands. As her father walks in the door, she begins to cry. She can hear the sound of him calmly taking off his jacket and his shoes, setting down his briefcase in the entryway. She heaves until she feels like she’s going to puke up her lunch. It only gets worse when she sees her father in the hallway, walking towards her with a resigned look on his face. He pics her up, holds her in his arms, and she wonders if he’s angry with her. For a brief moment, he smiles softly.

“Vannessa, are you alright?”

She nods, sniffling. His smile drops a bit, and he kicks the screws on the floor to the side. He sighs as he starts to walk downstairs.

“I thought you were a good kid, vanessa. You know when I was at work just now, I talked to henry about you, how well behaved you are - then I come home to this.”

She understands what she means, and she starts to cry again. He’s very very angry.

“Im sorry dad - I just wanted something to do I get so bored while you’re gone - I di - didn’t mean to make you mad, please let me down -”

The basement seems so dark compared to the rest of the house. William clicks his tongue, restraining her by holding her closer. She starts to kick and try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Now - I’ve been thinking, since you’re getting older, I need to be ready for the way your attitude will change. See -”

She wants to scream but she knows no sound will carry out of here - he just keeps talking as he uses his foot to press a button. She realizes now they’re both facing the doll - her robot.

“- Kids, when they’re really young, like you vanessa - they really dont have any reason to be disagreeable with their parents. They dont have many beliefs or convictions of their own so they behave as long as their parents teaches them how to, but as they get older they get more disobedient. They start feeling an urge to go against the grain and -”

She watches in horror as the robots torso opens up when her fathers foot hits the button. Sharp, metal coils wind automatically and the dolls face parts four ways. Vanessa lets out a strangled cry. She knows what happens next.

“ - its harder for their parents to make them good kids again. That’s why I made ella.”

He laughs. She feels something run down her leg and soak the front of her shorts. Her father sighs, and he holds her, moving her body forwards towards the robot. She doesn’t move, doesn't even shiver. The scent of rotting meat still assailes her. Her father has explained this type of animatronic to her, told her never to mess around with it or the springlocks will trigger. He presses the button again and it closes around her.

“Ill only make you play with her for a few minutes since this is your first time really being a brat and doing something I told you not to, dont move and you’ll be fine. “

He walks over to his work chair and sits down, taking off his glasses and leaning his face up to a magnifying glass attached to his desk. As he begins to sodder a small electronic part, he speaks without looking at her.

“Remember that next time, vanny, don’t go into the basement.”

#fanficpilled #cw child abuse #william afton #vanessa shelly #cw animatronics used for EVIL #just a lil blurb about vans childhood #ella (animatronic) is just the Vanessa chokey #william afton fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #no smut or romance (fucking obviously)#fnaf vanny #vanny/ van used as a nickname for Vanessa #steve raglan #William afton is a bad father

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sinfulsinewave · 11 days

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i typed this out absentmindedly while working on like 4 different things so it may not be up to my usual standards but whatever, y'all seem to like particularly violent robot smut here

cw lesbian robot violence

i only got to her place about thirty minutes ago, yet she already seems to have taken a liking to me. she's been gently caressing my soft silicone skin, talking about how lovely it feels, and how pretty the clean white looks on me. she's getting a little more excited by now, growing more touchy, pressing her fingers between my panels, holding me tighter, breathing heavier

before i know it i find my comparatively tiny 150cm chassis shoved against a wall, not even attempting to resist as she effortlessly picks me up by the neck, giving me a little smooch in the middle of my glass display of a face; giggling as she sees me grow more and more flustered

"you'd make such a good toy, you know~" she whispers directly into one of my microphones, "and you'd love that, wouldn't you?~"

i can't help but nod nervously in agreement as her slightly raspy voice echoes in my head. she giggles a tiny bit again, grabbing me into a bridal carry, my flustered mind too overwhelmed to pick up on my surroundings, or where she's taking me

the next thing i know, i get roughly slammed down on a metal table, squealing as i feel some of the plating on my back crack from the impact. i stare up at her as she sits on top of me, grinning slightly

she leans down, essentially laying down on top of me, pinning me down as she starts peeling off some of my paneling. she nonchalantly tosses the bits of plastic aside, ripping out the connectors for my touch sensors

"last chance to turn back, cutie~" she warns, but the both of us already know the answer

she sits up slightly, picking up a hammer from underneath the table, flipping it around carelessly. she gives me another little kiss, prompting me to flash a little heart pattern on my display.. which is promptly shattered into tiny little crystals of glass by her hammer, my screaming mixing with her giggling

she then proceeds to slam her hand through the hole, seemingly not even noticing the shards of glass scratching her up as she feels around inside my head

before long she grabs onto some cables, yanking out one of my camera arrays, my servos clicking frantically before the connectors fail to hold on, one of my delicate optical modules dead in her hand, before i get to see it discarded like a piece of e-waste with my remaining two

then go my lidar and other cameras, taking a hammer right in the lenses, leaving me blind, squirming underneath her

"stay still." i hear her command as she grabs onto my neck, holding me down. i don't even get to ask what she's doing before feeling an intense heat near my back. that, combined with finding myself unable to move tells me everything. she giggles as i finally pick up on the fact that i've been welded to the table, and am not going anywhere anytime soon

"by the way.." she mentions, "hope you didn't think you're stuck to just a table~"

"wait, w-what is this then?"

"you'll know~" she answers, right as i hear the unmistakable whine of large stepper motors from somewhere above me, moving closer

then a piece of metal tapping on me, followed by some typing, and then the turbine-like whir of a large motor

i still have no idea what is happening, until i feel metal blades dig into the surface of my arm's plastic skin, prompting a little squeal out of me

then again, and again, and again, and again; taking out minuscule slices at a time, slowly but surely digging their way through

my squeals shift to screams as what i now recognise is a milling machine tears through my arm, shaving off layer after layer of the whole thing

as the machine cuts into my frame and wires, my mind gets flooded by erratic signals from the wiring shorting out on itself, getting interpreted as pulses of every feeling imaginable. my mind getting overwhelmed by feelings, i start to shift into weak moans, finding myself enjoying the whole process

"well someone is enjoying itself, isn't it?~" i hear her say as she steps closer to me, most of my arm in shreds of metal and plastic by now. and as if the sensory overload wasn't bad enough, she proceeds to lean in to kiss what's left of my face again

and she doesn't go easy, her saliva dripping through the cracks, causing minor faults in even more systems as i struggle to even maintain consciousness

i wake up an unknown time later in her bed, the only thing i'm able to reliably feel being her warmth and weight on top of me

she slowly wakes up as well

i try to look up at her, forgetting that i have no more visual sensors. she laughs sleepily at my attempt

"hope you enjoyed last night", she says, "…because i'm not at all done with you, toy~"

i only manage to nod slightly in agreement, not like i have a choice

…not that i'd choose otherwise even if i did

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afriendlywizard · 8 months

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My review of a warehouse I found on Earth's Moon in the video game Starfield

I work at a cidery in the PNW. We have a pretty hefty canning line that can handle what I like to call a Solid Chunk of Volumetric Output. Our fulfillment and warehouse team touches several hundred pallets a day. We handle ingredients that come in drums, plastic IBC totes, 5 gallon buckets, and raw ingredients off the back of people’s Ford Raptors. We have pipes and valves and connectors. We talk about glycol and peracetic acid a lot. We have standard 4 level pallet racks, as well as push-back pallet racking and back-load pallet racking that maintains a First In First Out order.

I manage our Quality Assurance team, which means I spend most of my team at a desk or in a lab. I have driven our forklifts and our scissor lifts. I’ve blended our ingredients into our batching tanks. I verify our sanitation practices, and I help solve problems as needed. I spend a lot of my day staring at stainless steel pipes and mumbling about dissolved oxygen to myself.

That’s all to say, I’m not an expert. I would call myself a warehouse hobbyist and enthusiast. Not out loud to anyone, but when I play a video game that has a warehouse in it, I like to spend my time looking at how the warehouse is put together.

In addition to this, a note on Forklift Certification: It’s largely made up. There are some machines that require special licenses, and OSHA has classes you can take that probably look good on a resume, but if you look at the language that OSHA uses to define who is allowed to drive a forklift it only has two requirements. “Trained operators must know how to do the job properly and do it safely as demonstrated by workplace evaluation.” It’s up to the employer how that’s interpreted. My employer had me watch a forty five minute video and then someone watched as I drove around for thirty minutes saying “oh fuck oh fuck okay okay okay don’t hit anyone.”

I took my character, Dr. FLIPJUMP DARKSWALLOW, to the moon. I brought my companion Sarah with me, she said she wouldn’t mind a detour so that we could finally live out our shared dream of owning a pair of moon boots, so down we went to explore a seemingly abandoned lunar station. It seemed to be some kind of staging facility for receiving shipments, landing dock, staff kitchen and common area, but as far as I could tell there wasn’t anywhere within a kilometer or two to send the shipments once they arrived. Typical supply chain issues, major distro hub with nothing in site to distro to. But it did have a small on-site warehouse so Sarah and I both agreed to put a pause on our moon boots dream and explore.

This is called an IBC tote. You can fill these up through a big screw-top hole on the top, super easy to use, cheap ($275 new), universal. The most common versions I’ve seen have a galvanized steel cage and a galvanized steel pallet attached to the bottom so it can be universally picked up by a forklift. They typically have a 2” drain valve with a butterfly and a camlock. This is a pretty good example of an IBC tote! You can see how the galvanized steel was welded together at each intersection, bent into place and held there. The butterfly at the bottom has a cap in place, it has a pressure valve that’s clearly labeled. This looks pretty good!

This is a pallet jack. On Earth in the present day, you roll it into the slats on a pallet, squeeze on a hand lever in the handle, and pump the handle bar up and down as it lifts. On the Moon in the future, it looks like it’s been upgraded for use in space with what I assume is probably some electric battery type of deal. Otherwise it’s very similar to a normal pallet jack! It even has the double wheels in the front, a detail I was very excited about. There doesn’t seem to be the hand lever though, or any buttons anywhere. I assume that’s because this model has a voice assistant like an Alexa in it.

It has a spring in the back as well, another neat little detail. I’d be curious to see how this works in action, there’s a decent number of mechanical parts on it for how futuristic it looks. There’s also two small… baskets, I guess? For paperwork maybe? On either end of the handle shaft. I made up the term handle shaft.

Here is what I assume is a future-forklift. And Sarah. Please ignore Sarah. I was required to take her on a mission early on, but she keeps saying things like “that’s not yours!” and “we should not break the law,” which has been definitely cramping Dr. DARKSWALLOW’s style. Anyway, this forklift is a far cry from the kinds we have in present day. Barely recognizable.

My best guess is that you stand on this platform to operate it. But there’s no buttons or levers again, no key ignition. Presumably this turns on somehow and that panel is a touchscreen, or maybe it’s another Alexa operated device. This whole thing seems pretty dangerous. There’s no roll cage. I guess maybe there’s no OSHA in the future? Or maybe this thing has a lot of safety tech built into it to protect the operator from making mistakes. Maybe it follows Asimov’s rules of robotics and can’t allow a human to come to harm, through action or inaction. But that seems like a lot of liability to pack into programming, and it seems expensive to attach a positronic brain to a forklift. I don’t know how it would anticipate other drivers doing things badly, knocking over pallets? It seems dicey.

I do like that the cabling looks like it’s painter’s taped onto the frame so it doesn’t get caught anywhere. That’s a great little detail, very much something a maintenance team might do in a pinch. A “short term hold” as they “work with supply chain details to implement a long term repair.”

I climbed up onto a pile of boxes to get this picture. It looks like they redesigned the forks in the future, kind of a high-heeled shoe thing going on at the ends there. And this forklift seems like it has reduced functionality from what forklifts here on Earth can do. Forklifts can usually do three things with the forks: lift up and down, pitch the forks back and forth, and spread the forks wider or narrower. I think this can only lift the forks up and down. There also seems to be a large orange ball on the bottom, but I don’t know what that’s used for. My best guess, given the short cylinder above it, is that the forks can control their yaw and rotate on a horizontal access? But they’re right up against the axle so I’m not sure how that would work. Maybe if you lift the forks up it’s able to rotate? But I don’t see much of an engine to ballast the center of gravity anywhere. Maybe the entire body is made with a very dense metal, it does seem to be pretty flush with the ground.

My biggest complaint is that this forklift doesn’t have any headlights or taillights. It’s important for forklifts to have a horn and bright lights to let other workers know there’s a forklift around, especially reverse lights. These might be taillights, if I’m giving some benefit here, but they’re so low to the ground I’m not sure how other drivers are going to be able to see them. But I’m not an expert in future light bulbs, maybe these work just fine.

These look like future pallets! Pallets come in different materials, with wood or plastic as the most common, but they also come in standard sizes. But these pallets look like they’re way too small for the forklift to pick up. Maybe they’re just for the pallet jack? And big note here: I really hope for the sake of the warehouse manager in this facility that OSHA doesn’t exist, because each one of those pallets standing up on its side is going to be its own fine. Overall these pallets look pretty good, if small. And this disaster of a pile seems pretty true to form with how pallets are stored, no matter how many @everyone pings on Microsoft Teams you see get sent out about stacking pallets correctly.

I suspect everyone in the warehouse crew here hates their coworkers. They have four of these pallets in a square but are stacking things randomly on top of them. None of these things are strapped down, this black cube is on a pallet that’s a different size than the pallets underneath it. Just a bizarre move. I hope everyone’s doing okay.

And then on the other side is this: … Why? Why would anyone do this? You can’t pick those rolls up, the rest will roll right off the pallet. They’re not centered on the pallet so even if you did pick it up, you couldn’t put this onto pallet racking anywhere, it’s hanging off the edge.

This is pallet racking. It seems bolted together for some reason. I haven’t seen that before on this style of racking. It seems counter-intuitive; the whole point of this type is that it’s easy to put together, it’s modular. But if you bolt it together, it’s not modular anymore. Normally you just slot the pieces in, they fall into place and don’t require additional parts. Just welded steel with drop slots.

Oof. A dead body. I’m a little surprised there aren’t more of these here. It does feel a bit dangerous.

Here’s another pallet jack, but they aren’t using it correctly. The pallet goes into the forks, why did they put a pallet on top of the forks? Ridiculous. Now they’re just lifting things for no reason. A forklift put the pallet on, now a forklift has to take the pallet off? Why use the pallet jack at all?

And lastly: a propane cage! There’s no locks on it, the maintenance team is probably screaming at everyone to make sure they Lock Out/Tag Out their equipment, but I’ll give the benefit of the doubt and sign off on it because there’s no propane tanks inside the cage so maybe the locks just aren’t necessary. Hopefully it’s just in someone’s pocket while they’re going to refill the tanks.

Overall, this is a pretty dangerous looking facility but probably usable. I’d say they ought to start working towards shoring up some safety gaps here, maybe making more intentional decisions about purchases for a while so they have the equipment they need for their process flow instead of all this equipment that requires rework and multiple touches to get anything done. But a growing business sometimes has to take what’s available! Kudos to them for getting things up and running on the moon, not an easy feat.

#starfield #forklift #hard cider #warehouse #supplychainmanagement

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