InsaneHydraulics - Sergiy Sydorenko © 2009-2012 All Ridghts Reserved
Bam! Goggles whizz through the workshop air and hit the wall -
"Unbreakable my ass!" - that's a thought flashing through my mind as I
watch the lenses shatter... Bam! A bearing puller flies in the opposite
direction and hits something made of wood - at least it sounds like
wood... I leave the workshop before I break anything else. Punch a
drywall on my way out - "somebody is gonna have to fix it tomorrow..."
Breathe-in, breathe-out - urge to kill fading... fading... rising... fading... gone...
This isn't another episode of American Chopper.
Believe it or not, but the author of the above described "emotional
explosion" (which happened but a couple of days ago) is the very
guy writing this post on the sensitive matter of workshop rage, which as opposed to the road rage, has never been given much attention and consideration.
When I speak of "workshop rage" - I refer to
explosive and angry behavior of a workshop worker, expressed through
either projecting of "liftable" workshop equipment or, alternatively,
inappropriate and/or generally exaggerated use of the same equipment for
"hitting" and "hammering" purposes. Everybody, who worked in a mechanic
workshop long enough, has already witnessed or experienced a burst of
Here's what I think of all this: Anger is a
normal and healthy human emotion. There is no way of stopping bad things
from happening, and there will always be unpleasant situations and
assholes driving us mad, therefore feeling anger is as inevitable as taxes, however - it is expressing anger that really matters, so as long as you don't express it in a way that can hurt yourself or others, you are doing nothing but being human!
To continue with my point and to make it as clear as
possible, I would like to apply a metaphor that's easily understood by
all oil hydraulics related people: stress and anger are just like oil in
a pre-charged accumulator - the more oil in, the higher the pressure
inside it. Pump too much oil in - and the vessel will burst
catastrophically. Vent the oil slowly - and you're safe. No time to vent
the pressure slowly? - Emergency pressure discharge! But before you
"push the red button" remember to point the jet away from yourself, the
audience or, which is even better - avoid the audience at all (read -
leave the room)! That's it! Oh yes - and never bring a charged accumulator home, of course...
The main advice for workshop anger management
therefore is - find a restrictor valve to discharge your accumulator and
use it when needed (I personally jog and play GTA4). But if you have to go nuts - do it responsibly,
and direct your destructive burst to cheap and replaceable things
rather than yourself and, God forbid, your co-workers. Angry is one
thing, violent is completely opposite and completely unacceptable!
Now - a short workshop rage story from my past, which I
like telling a lot (I honestly don't remember if I already mentioned
this tale in one of my previous posts, but if I did I still think it's
worth repeating here), and which still brings smile to my face whenever I
Long-long time ago I was employed at a company which was
producing and servicing industrial fishing hydraulic equipment, like
winches, cranes and what not... And that sunny morning my foreman (still
my good friend today) was taking apart an old purse seine winch. If you
never worked with used marine equipment - take my word for it - rust
and sea salt make any disassembly an unpleasant endeavor involving lots
of sledgehammering and cursing.
So there he was - with a reasonably-sized
sledgehammer in his hands, pissed off like hell at the stubborn part
he'd been trying to wedge out for the last two hours. I could tell by
the vein on his forehead that his patience was running out with every
strike - and finally - the "bubble burst". With a roar that would make
the king Leonidas himself jealous, he vigorously swung the hammer over
his head and hit the wedge as hard as it was humanly possible!
Unfortunately the hammer hit the wedge with the wooden handle rather
than with the steel head, which immediately broke off and flew away at
the speed of light - leaving the man with a lonely and suddenly much
lighter handle in his clenched hands. He stared at it for a second or
two, and then with an even louder roar (which sounded kind of like a
Portuguese equivalent of "you f#cking bastard!!!) he projected the
handicap handle in a random direction! Tough luck he had, because the
handle crashed smack dub in the middle of a bag containing several
bottles of wine - the same very bag that he had carefully stored under
his work bench earlier that day to protect the fragile vessels from the
"harsh workshop environment". It took me several sentences to describe
the circus - but in real life it was a continuous single action that
lasted no more than four seconds - A-a-a-a! - Bum! - Crack! - You
f#cking bastard!!! - A-a-a! - Bum! Smack!..
I had to flee to the locker room to prevent my sides from
splitting in front of the poor guy! I laughed hysterically for full ten
minutes before I could go back to the workshop, where I found the "hero"
cleaning the floor and mourning the broken wine - in a much, much
calmer state of mind...
Conclusion - emergency pressure venting is fast and
effective but carries serious risks of property damage, so - caution,
caution and caution!