Agreed. In another lifetime I was a commercial fishing bum, working boats out of John's Pass off St. Petersburg, Florida USA.
A couple of my best friends were run over by something big about 125 miles out into the Gulf. Searchers found the mangled stern of the 42-foot fiberglass hull, and that was all. No bodies, the critters out there are hungry. It was at night, there was no distress call, and the other vessel was never identified.
You're right. I've been a contractor ever since graduating from the North Avenue Trade School with an honors degree in CS in 1991. For me, getting an engagement has always been a sort of auction, where a bunch of us stood up on the platform and Massa poked us in the abdomen and looked at our teeth and felt our muscles, then chose the optimal combination of strength, health, temperament, and price for his requirements. Completion of the analogy is left as an exercise for the student.
It's nothing new friends, nor will it ever go away. Also at Tech, in my first week there, the founder of Samna Software (I think it was, a nice Indian gentleman) told us that we would never get rich working for somebody else, and encouraged us to go out and strive to make our own way. Since the bust I've been doing that, and in my experience building one's own business from scratch, without influential friends, is damned hard. I'm proud, but starving.
Nevertheless I suggest with great respect that, if you decide to work for somebody else, you take what they are willing to give, and there is no use complaining that it is not what you think you deserve. If you don't like your current engagement, do something else. As somebody said, "Certainly the deck is stacked! But if you don't play you can't win, and there is only one game in town." Gut up y'all.
I cannot speak to rendered pigs, but the remedy I used to correct the truly evil smell in a house I renovated was: sodium hypochlorite in weak solution (Clorox cut with 50% water) followed by Febreze.
The odor was a compound of the scent of American cockroaches (the big flying ones, anyone who has smelled it knows), organophosphate pesticides, exploded jars of preserves with who-knows-what growing therein and generating the gas, cat piss, human piss, tobacco smoke, shit, and air freshener. I mean... I'm tellin ya...
So. Obtain a pump sprayer. Mix the bleach and water and thoroughly hose down the disassembled machines. Do the same with full-strength Febreze. For your application, rinse with water and finish with undiluted ethyl or isopropyl alcohol with as low water content as possible. Shake off excess liquid. Allow to dry in a well-ventilated location. That's all you can do.
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Agreed. In another lifetime I was a commercial fishing bum, working boats out of John's Pass off St. Petersburg, Florida USA.
A couple of my best friends were run over by something big about 125 miles out into the Gulf. Searchers found the mangled stern of the 42-foot fiberglass hull, and that was all. No bodies, the critters out there are hungry. It was at night, there was no distress call, and the other vessel was never identified.
You're right. I've been a contractor ever since graduating from the North Avenue Trade School with an honors degree in CS in 1991. For me, getting an engagement has always been a sort of auction, where a bunch of us stood up on the platform and Massa poked us in the abdomen and looked at our teeth and felt our muscles, then chose the optimal combination of strength, health, temperament, and price for his requirements. Completion of the analogy is left as an exercise for the student. It's nothing new friends, nor will it ever go away. Also at Tech, in my first week there, the founder of Samna Software (I think it was, a nice Indian gentleman) told us that we would never get rich working for somebody else, and encouraged us to go out and strive to make our own way. Since the bust I've been doing that, and in my experience building one's own business from scratch, without influential friends, is damned hard. I'm proud, but starving. Nevertheless I suggest with great respect that, if you decide to work for somebody else, you take what they are willing to give, and there is no use complaining that it is not what you think you deserve. If you don't like your current engagement, do something else. As somebody said, "Certainly the deck is stacked! But if you don't play you can't win, and there is only one game in town." Gut up y'all.
I cannot speak to rendered pigs, but the remedy I used to correct the truly evil smell in a house I renovated was: sodium hypochlorite in weak solution (Clorox cut with 50% water) followed by Febreze.
The odor was a compound of the scent of American cockroaches (the big flying ones, anyone who has smelled it knows), organophosphate pesticides, exploded jars of preserves with who-knows-what growing therein and generating the gas, cat piss, human piss, tobacco smoke, shit, and air freshener. I mean... I'm tellin ya...
So. Obtain a pump sprayer. Mix the bleach and water and thoroughly hose down the disassembled machines. Do the same with full-strength Febreze. For your application, rinse with water and finish with undiluted ethyl or isopropyl alcohol with as low water content as possible. Shake off excess liquid. Allow to dry in a well-ventilated location. That's all you can do.