If this would have come up a week ago, I would have put in an application, and i am actually close enough to commute! Ever since i used to go to the machinist school on the south side my dad was in when i was a kid and help clean up at the end of the day, I have been fascinated with machine shops. I even helped count inventory as a temporary hand at a machine shop called Qualico about 17 years ago.
In fact, that reminds me of a kinda funny story. It was me and my older brother in law. I was a 18 year old punk kid, and he was a grown man, Ex Marine (Dishonorable-Discharge), with alot of "knowledge and common sense".... We were working at the machine shop doing inventory, and cleaning up around the shop. I was just working along when i hear my bro. in law screaming and freaking out. I look his direction and he is wrist deep with both hands in the middle of a big wad of metal spirals, barbs, curls, and other misc. razor sharp bits. He had leather work gloves on and thought they would protect him from the metal shavings. I laughed so hard I almost cried. He was pretty steamed after working carefully to remove his paws with as little damage as possible, while i stood there watching and laughing.
After he was free from the pile, He turned to me and told me that if i knew so stinking much, then i could clean the mess off the machine myself. I instantly stopped laughing and said "No Problem". I scooted an empty barrell next to the machine, grabbed the trusty ole broom, and stabbed the pile right through the center with the broom handle. I picked up roughly 85 or 90% of the mess with the one swoop of the stick, and placed it neatly in the barrell. I use a smaller broom to dust the chips from the machine, and cleaned the mess from the floor with a dust pan.
He didn't talk to me for the rest of the day.
Sorry to hijack your thread Paul. I figured you (and a few others) might get a smile from the story. Good luck finding a new machinist!! Shouldn't be too tough with the employment numbers what they are.