What is this unspoken thing you may ask?
Dealing with the inevitable metal splinters you will encounter.
I get them all the time at work too because I not only have trouble even finding gloves that fit in the first place but because there are just too many things I have to do that require more feel than I can get wearing them.
The timing of this post however, relates to a recent incident here at home.
I know you are going to find this hard to believe.
I Fucked Up.
Just like every time I do that, I do it well too.
How did I Fuck Up?
Inadvertently and with the best intentions of course.
While I was struggling to get that first motor installed up on the back of the drill press, I discovered that I had bought the wrong diameter fasteners.
It needed 5/16’s nuts and bolts and I had purchased 3/8’s.
They juuuuuust quite wouldn’t go through the mounting plate slots on the motor.
I have a brilliant solution to this problem and I am dying to try it out!
I had recently bought some Needle Dick Bug Fucker 3mm (1/8th inch) four flute carbide milling bits off of good old Banggood.com. Under ten bucks and free shipping for 4 of them.
I also had a Dremel tool I had picked up over a year ago and had never used.
2+2+ me =DANGER WILL ROBINSON!
I stuck that dinky little milling end into that Dremel and started in.
As the British like to say, it worked a treat.
It just buzzed right along and made a nice shiny finish too.
The bolts went right in, success, right?
While I was blissfully and myopically focused on the task at hand, I was completely fucking unaware that the entire time that while the metal was disappearing off the flange, it was being deposited somewhere else.
Virtual clouds of tiny, jagged, sub atomic almost, metallic lightning bolts of intense and instantly debilitating pain were being thrown over every fucking square inch of me, my work bench, the floor and everything within a six foot radius.
Dumbass move there Einstein.
How did I discover this turn of events?
By reaching over and grabbing a rag that had been sitting on the bench to wipe the flange off with.
Oh, My, Fucking God.
An instant hand full of metal splinters.
That wasn’t good enough though.
Then I had to grab the rag with my other hand to see why there was so much intense pain radiating out of the first one all of a sudden..
Double Jesus Christ!
There is still a mess of those fuckers out there. I tried vacuuming, I tried magnets, I tried wiping things with a rag and instantly tossing it in the garbage and there are still probably 3 billion of the little fuckers out there waiting for me.
Did I mention that they are tiny and that there are probably millions of them out there?
So fucking tiny, that even with a magnifying glass, the only way to find them is to turn your fingers around until you see a tiny reflection of light or a dark spot near where the intense pain is coming from..
Forget trying to pull them out too, you gotta DIG these little fuckers out.
I dug 11 of them out of one thumb and two fingers over a two day period at work.
You see, the real problem with that part is, my eyes.
I’m getting so damn blind in my old age that I am waiting to walk into a wall one of these days because I didn’t see it.
However, I did find a winning combination to this recurring problem last year.
Enter Harbor Freight, yet again.
Not only was I having trouble seeing these metal splinters at work, I couldn’t find anybody else who could see worth a shit either.
Then I remembered seeing one of these.
If you are over 40 years old or do any kind of hobby work out in your garage, you need to get one of these.
I am dead serious.
This thing is the shit. I just went and bought another one for here at the house because the first one is at work where I need it most of the time. I needed to dig a couple more out, right now.
Under ten bucks, spring for a nice flat magnet and glue it to the bottom, get some surgical tweezers and you are good to go.
I did mention these slivers are tiny, right?
I still have some embedded in places that I find out the hard way when I grab something just right.
I’ll be digging the little fuckers out for quite some time I suspect.
There is one upside to this disaster possibly.
It will give me plenty of incentive to go out there and clean that work space up finally.
I just gotta remember not to touch anything without putting gloves on first.
Live and learn.