Cleaning House
I am finally, after 5 years of hard-core work and abuse, cleaning my shop. This is a huge task seeing that it is full of the left-overs and cut-offs of literally thousands of projects and the crap those projects leave in their wake.
We're talking massive amounts of scrap steel, wood, plastic, electronic parts and pieces, hardware, paper, glass (both unbroken as well as shattered). Three weeks ago, I loaded an eight cu. yd. scrap bin full to the top with steel scrap. It weighed in at 13,400 lbs. With the price of steel scrap what is now is I raked in a whopping 400 bucks for all that. It only took me two solid days and a forklift running full time to load it. The upside: great body workout. I was super-pumped from lifting 13 Gs of steel in some form or another.
Next came the wood pile. That is located upstairs on the second floor of the shop. A whole wall devoted to wood of every shape, size, and brand. Now, I know there are wood-guys out there who would have shit sawdust to see what I threw out but I have to make room for my new swanky studio that is going up there. What else can I do?
In fact, I am asked many times over why I don't just make more stuff out of all that scrap I've accumulated.
Here is the stock answer: "By the time I design something around a specific piece of steel scrap or wood scrap and figure out all the parameters for fitting it into a specific design, I have wasted the exact amount of time I could have back by just designing what I actually want to fabricate and going out and getting the materials I need to do it. Besides, digging through a huge mountain of crap to find that one perfect piece of plate or unblemished piece of birch ply is ridiculous. It takes forever and is a pain; especially the steel because it is so f---ing sharp and heavy!
Then plastic. I use a lot of Plexiglas, polygal, lexan, lumasite, and fiberglass for various projects. I hate working with the stuff because if you have ever run lumacite through a table saw you know what I mean. What happens? The shit is like a bomb blasting shards of needle-sharp fragments at the speed of sound right in your face. In fact, if you are wearing a short-sleeved shirt forget about it. Ouch MF!
Anyways, this stuff had built up to infinite density and really, you save the stuff because it is expensive. You always believe you can use it somewhere but after keeping it around for all this time and not once using any of the cut-offs, I made the call to DUMP. See ya sharp and messy expensive plastic waste. Boo hoo. I think, I have decided to officially quit working with all that hydrocarbon-based polymers because of a couple things: toxic and environmentally stupid. It's crap. Oh, and did I mention cheezy looking?
I loved taking the big sheets of glass we had laying around and smashing them in the dumpster. I did this by laying them in there carefully so as not to cut my hand off by mistake. Once they were safely in, I took a 5 by 5 inch by 1/2 inch thick piece of stainless flat bar and threw it up in the air high above the dumpster so that it would fall directly on the center of the glass plate resulting in a most-gratifying sensation of smashing glass destruction. I always hated trying to be so careful around the scrap glass. Now, I don't have to worry about it anymore.
I have been lugging around dozens of electric motors for nearly 15 years with the intent of using them in some artistic manner. Motors are heavy little things and they all are different in some manner of either electrical hookups or mounting methods. Some turn clockwise, others counter-clockwise, some can go both ways depending on the polarity of your connections. Whatever. For the same reason I got rid of the scrap steel, I got rid of the motors: If I design somthing that uses an electrical motor, I'll just go get one. They are everywhere in the form of Obtainium (I'll explain "Obtainium" later...) and can be purchased or stolen from anywhere.
All this cleaning has resulted in the production of tons of dust. Sawdust, metal dust, plastic dust, dust dust, rust dust, it is airborne in the process of gutting the space. I am sure I have taken five years off my life from the particulate I am inhaling. I do wear a dust mask sometimes but not always.
One of the best parts of cleaning the space is the destruction and elimination of a lot of old files, plans, drawings, and vendor crap that has just been trashing up the place. It feels good to say to yourself, I am finished with this phase of my life. Get it the hell out! I chucked boxes of stupid files that my old business manager had painstakingly assembled. He kept every damn thing that was ever mailed, dropped off, or picked up from any lame sales rep that crossed our doorway whether we needed the product or not. Also, the guy was forever doing some corn-ball "analysis" of something be it our cell phone usage, how much paper we used, what DSL service was best, or god knows what else. He wanted to open a food market and spent untold hours analyzing every aspect of the food industry. Did anything ever happen? No. What a waste. However, he kept all that work in densely-packed folders that I happily threw in the dumpster, enjoying the self-gratifying satisfaction of trashing all his hard work...

