Hardhat w/AC

[The Beep Goes On]

Milwaukee Tools AC hardhat... might be nice when hot. Available in April.

 

[mrwiskers]

Looks like something a boss would wear ... "Tell me you're a puss without telling me you're a puss ..."

 

[The Beep Goes On]

Looks like something a boss would wear ... "Tell me you're a puss without telling me you're a puss ..."

It gets hot in TX. If it can extend detecting time and that's being a wimp, so be it.

 

[pepperj]

It gets hot in TX. If it can extend detecting time and that's being a wimp, so be it.

I can really see that rig working with a set of headphones.

 

[The Beep Goes On]

I can really see that rig working with a set of headphones.

Yeah, good point, thought of that as well ... a wet towel on my head is usually what I do when it's hot. Maybe I'll get one of those fully enclosed AC suits instead

 

[pepperj]

Yeah, good point, thought of that as well ... a wet towel on my head is usually what I do when it's hot. Maybe I'll get one of those fully enclosed AC suits instead

Not a bad idea, but kind of retarded if the wid picked up.😅

 

[mrwiskers]

It gets hot in TX. If it can extend detecting time and that's being a wimp, so be it.

Yeah, it gets hot & humid in South Mississippi all the way to Memphis, which is where I worked shovel, pick axe & wheelbarrow construction ... damn hot & the humidity is very high ... being down in a trench or a deep hole, 100F with 75 & / or better humidity, no air moving...it's hot ...you get used to it, or you don't make it ...doubt that contraption would do any good ... damned if I'd embarrass myself wearing that silly lookin'' crap ...

 

[The Beep Goes On]

Yeah, it gets hot & humid in South Mississippi all the way to Memphis, which is where I worked shovel, pick axe & wheelbarrow construction ... damn hot & the humidity is very high ... being down in a trench or a deep hole, 100F with 75 & / or better humidity, no air moving...it's hot ...you get used to it, or you don't make it ...doubt that contraption would do any good ... damned if I'd embarrass myself wearing that silly lookin'' crap ...

That's great. I've done similar work, sweating buckets, most have at some time or other. I made a great living with my mind.

 

[mrwiskers]

I made a great living with my mind.

..me, also, Beep ... But, when I was younger, in school, if I didn't have a summer job, my architect father made sure one of his contractor buddies gave me a job. He also made sure the work was hard. I remember the day I graduated from a broom to a shovel ... whoever was the "lowest man on the totem pole", he would be my boss ...

...I've told this story 100's of times, usually training younger guys for different corporations (sales & marketing) ... not really a lesson on working hard, but working smart & getting the job done, no excuses ...

..."
Thank you, Henry.

I was a 16 year old kid working construction, laying a sewer drain, around our county. We were in a 9' x 6' ditch, middle of August, shoveling slack into a cherry-picker (excavator) bucket. The shovel head was coming loose from the handle. Stopping to wipe sweat from my brow, & indicating to a newer flat-head shovel leaning against the culvert wall, I asked my supervisor : "Henry, can you hand me that good shovel over there?..."

Henry was a black man, in his 60's, having worked in South Mississippi heat with a shovel, broom & wheelbarrow since childhood. Henry never even stopped his work. He looked sideways at me, his voice ringing with the "wisdom of the ages" ... "boy, ain't no sech thang as a good shovel ... use what'cha got 'til it breaks ... try not to break it ..."

When things get tough, I think of Henry. I learned many good lessons from him. His philosophy was delivered with wit, humor, & contained as much insight & good teachings as any Aristotle, etc. Henry, couldn't read or write very well, He had never been to school. His knowledge was derived from experience & keen observation. Henry was a practical man. He showed me that hard work can be rewarding in many, many ways, other than the sorry pay.

One more Henryism: "Work, ain't work, 'less it's hard, boy..." Amen

 

[The Beep Goes On]

..me, also, Beep ... But, when I was younger, in school, if I didn't have a summer job, my architect father made sure one of his contractor buddies gave me a job. He also made sure the work was hard. I remember the day I graduated from a broom to a shovel ... whoever was the "lowest man on the totem pole", he would be my boss ...

...I've told this story 100's of times, usually training younger guys for different corporations (sales & marketing) ... not really a lesson on working hard, but working smart & getting the job done, no excuses ...

..."
Thank you, Henry.

I was a 16 year old kid working construction, laying a sewer drain, around our county. We were in a 9' x 6' ditch, middle of August, shoveling slack into a cherry-picker (excavator) bucket. The shovel head was coming loose from the handle. Stopping to wipe sweat from my brow, & indicating to a newer flat-head shovel leaning against the culvert wall, I asked my supervisor : "Henry, can you hand me that good shovel over there?..."

Henry was a black man, in his 60's, having worked in South Mississippi heat with a shovel, broom & wheelbarrow since childhood. Henry never even stopped his work. He looked sideways at me, his voice ringing with the "wisdom of the ages" ... "boy, ain't no sech thang as a good shovel ... use what'cha got 'til it breaks ... try not to break it ..."

When things get tough, I think of Henry. I learned many good lessons from him. His philosophy was delivered with wit, humor, & contained as much insight & good teachings as any Aristotle, etc. Henry, couldn't read or write very well, He had never been to school. His knowledge was derived from experience & keen observation. Henry was a practical man. He showed me that hard work can be rewarding in many, many ways, other than the sorry pay.

One more Henryism: "Work, ain't work, 'less it's hard, boy..." Amen

I hear you. I've been working since I was 9 yo, bussing tables and doing big delivery orders starting at 4 AM. In High School I also worked construction, hauling x2 sheets of 3/4" plywood up 6 flights of stairs all day long - they called me The Roid, short for android. During this time I also worked the ranch, riding and fixing fence as well as stacking bales. Worked in the FL Keys as a yardman/driver delivering wood, sheetrock and rebar which had to be offloaded by hand. I moved up to mgmt and started getting into computers, met my wife who was a cashier and we got married and moved to TX. Worked retail mgmt for a while, then for a networking/service company and then landed a tech support job at Compaq. I wrote a program on my own time that was probably the first gamified app - a call center app, got noticed, and officially became a programmer. Compaq became HP - worked for them for 13 years, then they RIF'd everyone (so they could offshore everything) and I was the last to be let go. Bounced around for awhile. My last job before retiring last year I wrote and configured the operations software for the big LNG companies in TX and LA, Cameron, Cheniere, Golden Pass and many others. Never shied away from hard work.

I understand your take on the hat, I doubt I would ever use such a thing, but thought it was an interesting idea. Cheers.

 

[pepperj]

..me, also, Beep ... But, when I was younger, in school, if I didn't have a summer job, my architect father made sure one of his contractor buddies gave me a job. He also made sure the work was hard. I remember the day I graduated from a broom to a shovel ... whoever was the "lowest man on the totem pole", he would be my boss ...

...I've told this story 100's of times, usually training younger guys for different corporations (sales & marketing) ... not really a lesson on working hard, but working smart & getting the job done, no excuses ...

..."
Thank you, Henry.

I was a 16 year old kid working construction, laying a sewer drain, around our county. We were in a 9' x 6' ditch, middle of August, shoveling slack into a cherry-picker (excavator) bucket. The shovel head was coming loose from the handle. Stopping to wipe sweat from my brow, & indicating to a newer flat-head shovel leaning against the culvert wall, I asked my supervisor : "Henry, can you hand me that good shovel over there?..."

Henry was a black man, in his 60's, having worked in South Mississippi heat with a shovel, broom & wheelbarrow since childhood. Henry never even stopped his work. He looked sideways at me, his voice ringing with the "wisdom of the ages" ... "boy, ain't no sech thang as a good shovel ... use what'cha got 'til it breaks ... try not to break it ..."

When things get tough, I think of Henry. I learned many good lessons from him. His philosophy was delivered with wit, humor, & contained as much insight & good teachings as any Aristotle, etc. Henry, couldn't read or write very well, He had never been to school. His knowledge was derived from experience & keen observation. Henry was a practical man. He showed me that hard work can be rewarding in many, many ways, other than the sorry pay.

One more Henryism: "Work, ain't work, 'less it's hard, boy..." Amen

Kind of reminds me of a black gentleman that I was sweeping floors with way up in a concrete tower in Houston Tx. He taught my the right way to sweep (not to fill the air with dust)
When the siren rang for lunch the elevator cage was already past us, I looked over the edge some 25 floors down and there was probably 30 guys lined up at the roach coach already.

I sat down beside the guy against the cement wall and said screw it.
He dug in his bag and handed me a sandwich.
I said what was it?
Bologne & grape jelly he said.
Say what! That sounds gross!

Look it young fellow, look around you, you're doing the bottom of all jobs, and that is the bottom of all sandwiches, they go hand and hand so eat up now.
I think that was probably one of the best sandwiches I had, and better than anything thing that came off those trucks.
He taught me something that I'll never forgot.

 

[mrwiskers]

...A good life there, Beep ...the fan hat isn't a new idea ...some were on the market about 20 years age...no name brands ... I'm surprised Milwaukee would lend their name ... When I was in sales, Milwaukee was a great brand, top quality tools ... retired for 10 years now, & don't know if that's changed ...

 

[Tesorodeoro]

..me, also, Beep ... But, when I was younger, in school, if I didn't have a summer job, my architect father made sure one of his contractor buddies gave me a job. He also made sure the work was hard. I remember the day I graduated from a broom to a shovel ... whoever was the "lowest man on the totem pole", he would be my boss ...

...I've told this story 100's of times, usually training younger guys for different corporations (sales & marketing) ... not really a lesson on working hard, but working smart & getting the job done, no excuses ...

..."
Thank you, Henry.

I was a 16 year old kid working construction, laying a sewer drain, around our county. We were in a 9' x 6' ditch, middle of August, shoveling slack into a cherry-picker (excavator) bucket. The shovel head was coming loose from the handle. Stopping to wipe sweat from my brow, & indicating to a newer flat-head shovel leaning against the culvert wall, I asked my supervisor : "Henry, can you hand me that good shovel over there?..."

Henry was a black man, in his 60's, having worked in South Mississippi heat with a shovel, broom & wheelbarrow since childhood. Henry never even stopped his work. He looked sideways at me, his voice ringing with the "wisdom of the ages" ... "boy, ain't no sech thang as a good shovel ... use what'cha got 'til it breaks ... try not to break it ..."

When things get tough, I think of Henry. I learned many good lessons from him. His philosophy was delivered with wit, humor, & contained as much insight & good teachings as any Aristotle, etc. Henry, couldn't read or write very well, He had never been to school. His knowledge was derived from experience & keen observation. Henry was a practical man. He showed me that hard work can be rewarding in many, many ways, other than the sorry pay.

One more Henryism: "Work, ain't work, 'less it's hard, boy..." Amen

For such a hardss you’re pretty sentimental. The part about Henry being black really didn’t add much to the story, but I too knew a black man named Henry. He was a good man with challenges that came late in life. . Everyone helped him out and he always invited them to come to his house. OL Henry. I’ll remember him the rest of my life. Henry bred/raised race horses.

 

[mrwiskers]

Henry being black really didn’t add much to the story,

allow me to explain, Tesoro ... In 1960s South Mississippi, not only were the black & white races segregated, my area was home to the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan ... these guys kept racial tension high. As white kids, we had little, if any, contact with black kids, even though the school system was partially integrated. Social contact was non-existent.

Black workers in construction & factories were generally "undereducated" (by "white standards"), many unable to read or write, & they held the lowest-paying jobs. The shambled conditions in the "black" part of town were in stark contrast to the nice, tidy "white" area of town. To say the social chasm was wide is an understatement.

For me, as a young white kid, working with these guys was an eye-opening experience, an education that would have been unavailable elsewhere. These guys endured a life of no luxury & little comfort, & still maintained a sense of accomplishment & humor. They gave me insights into a very different way of life, which gave me help in facing hardship.

So, for a white kid working around guys from a poor black culture, my mentors being black was a huge deal. I'll always be grateful for the experience.