Posted: 7/30/2011 2:34:11 PM EDT
Found out today that 277 does not feel anything like 110. Dayum! 
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Found out today that 277 does not feel anything like 110. Dayum! It friggin' smarts. 
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Found out today that 277 does not feel anything like 110. Dayum! Like I told that AC repairman the other day, I'm more concerned with the amps than the volts  It takes volts to push the amount of amps to kill you. Volts x amps equals wattage. 48v DC with 50 amps will kill you faster than 110v AC with 20 amps. Only 10 milliamps will stop your heart if the voltage is high enough and the path across your chest is just right. Quoted:
what's that electrician's saying hertz donut when I worked at york I seen a dude get zapped by 488, but then he was always having bad luck 277v to ground is one leg. 480v is getting across two 277v legs. |
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Found out today that 277 does not feel anything like 110. Dayum! It friggin' smarts.
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Found out today that 277 does not feel anything like 110. Dayum! Like I told that AC repairman the other day, I'm more concerned with the amps than the volts It takes volts to push the amount of amps to kill you. Volts x amps equals wattage. 48v DC with 50 amps will kill you faster than 110v AC with 20 amps. Only 10 milliamps will stop your heart if the voltage is high enough and the path across your chest is just right. Quoted:
what's that electrician's saying hertz donut when I worked at york I seen a dude get zapped by 488, but then he was always having bad luck 277v to ground is one leg. 480v is getting across two 277v legs. he was standing in a test station when he got hit, it blew him out into the isle, fucker had the uncontrolable shakes and that fried look about him  , couple of months before he got smashed right below the knees up against a metal conveyor belt by a 12 ton unit, he rolled around screaming for a bit then spewed all over then laid there moaning, several months before that he grabbed ahold of a 1" suction line bare handed that had been freshly brazed in, the people that were working around him said his skin smoked and he kind of stuck to it like he couldn't let go for a bit.
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Fortunately it was a fuse on a fan coil that was running and it had a load connected. I was tracing a low voltage wire in a control box above a T-bar ceiling, right arm was on the grid and left hand wiped the fuse holder. 
Ndenway, I was working on a crew running a main water line once and we were using a gas driven horizontial auger going under a roadway. I was walking by the machine when I got fumble feet and reached for the frame but grabed the exhaust stack. FVCK!!!! That sombitch hurt, I drained the the water jug trying to cool my hand off. |
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Fortunately it was a fuse on a fan coil that was running and it had a load connected. I was tracing a low voltage wire in a control box above a T-bar ceiling, right arm was on the grid and left hand wiped the fuse holder.
Ndenway, I was working on a crew running a main water line once and we were using a gas driven horizontial auger going under a roadway. I was walking by the machine when I got fumble feet and reached for the frame but grabed the exhaust stack. FVCK!!!! That sombitch hurt, I drained the the water jug trying to cool my hand off.
you know it hurts, but you just can't seem to let go quick enough. I've been welding stuff before and not even thinking pick it up to check the weld, don't take long at all to look at them, but it seems like days before I can let go the material being welded; shit when I was a brazer I'd touched the hot assed copper I just brazed several times with my forearms, fucking hell it got my attention right quick, the shop nurse would report it and I'd have to speak with the safety lady why I didn't have my ppe pulled up to my upper arms. hell when I was a kid my mom worked in a steam laundry, I was was spraying the spritzer and the fucking hose blew off at the clamp, steam burned me from the top of my right shoulder down to my elbow, shit I always imagine I looked like the road runner trying to get away from the stream of boilingwater/steam, couldn't have been more than a second or two, but it blistered like mad, got a scar about the size of my hand on my arm above my elbow. back when I was apprenticing we were hanging 4' light fixtures/trophers on a jobsite once, everybody was arm weary from hanging them, all of us was sitting on top of 8' ladders, well I look over and the pipe for the sprinkler system was right there so I rested my elbow on the pipe while hanging the fixtures, thought I was pretty damn smart. somebody down the line touched a hot wire and knocked 4 of us off our ladders
can't remember what hurt worse, getting zapped or hitting the concrete 
my car wouldn't start this one time, couldn't figure if it was fuel or fire, so I pulled a plug, when I was stuffing the plug back down in the plug wire my pop cranked the engine, that fired me up like I was getting tazed, I couldn't let go of the plug, well that setteled it right there/then of what the problem was, my pop smiled, but he didn't laugh outright for a few seconds, I was pissed. he was probably paying me back for all the times I done something that got him shocked or something, we'd moved into a house when I was about 5 or 6yo and he was running service in, well there he is at the meter screwing down the cable and I shot this batman action figure in the head with with my redrider, fucking bb ricochetted hitting him right in the asscheck, he jumped and all I saw was this big blue arc, when he turned around he was rubbing his eyes with one hand and holding the screwdriver handle in the other, the metal was melted about half way down to the handle.........I ran
another time him and my uncles had finished up a concrete pad and was standing around drinking/joking, well this bird dog he owned had gotten into the chicken pen and was killing hell out of all the chickens he could catch. I ran around the house trying to tell my pop what was happening but he just shoo'd me away, I run back around the the chicken pen and the sonofabitch was still killing the chickens, so I run back around and try to tell him again, he says something like "GODDAMNIT SON, I'M TALKING HERE!", so I stand there a bit and I see this pair of vise grips in his back pocket, so I pull them out of his pocket, adjust them down a tad and I ment to clamp them on his pants but I got about 1/4" of ass in the jaws, that got his attention, I ran again, as I rounded the house he saw the dog killing chickens and he forgot completely about me for a bit. |
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Fortunately it was a fuse on a fan coil that was running and it had a load connected. I was tracing a low voltage wire in a control box above a T-bar ceiling, right arm was on the grid and left hand wiped the fuse holder.
Ndenway, I was working on a crew running a main water line once and we were using a gas driven horizontial auger going under a roadway. I was walking by the machine when I got fumble feet and reached for the frame but grabed the exhaust stack. FVCK!!!! That sombitch hurt, I drained the the water jug trying to cool my hand off.
you know it hurts, but you just can't seem to let go quick enough. I've been welding stuff before and not even thinking pick it up to check the weld, don't take long at all to look at them, but it seems like days before I can let go the material being welded; shit when I was a brazer I'd touched the hot assed copper I just brazed several times with my forearms, fucking hell it got my attention right quick, the shop nurse would report it and I'd have to speak with the safety lady why I didn't have my ppe pulled up to my upper arms. hell when I was a kid my mom worked in a steam laundry, I was was spraying the spritzer and the fucking hose blew off at the clamp, steam burned me from the top of my right shoulder down to my elbow, shit I always imagine I looked like the road runner trying to get away from the stream of boilingwater/steam, couldn't have been more than a second or two, but it blistered like mad, got a scar about the size of my hand on my arm above my elbow. back when I was apprenticing we were hanging 4' light fixtures/trophers on a jobsite once, everybody was arm weary from hanging them, all of us was sitting on top of 8' ladders, well I look over and the pipe for the sprinkler system was right there so I rested my elbow on the pipe while hanging the fixtures, thought I was pretty damn smart. somebody down the line touched a hot wire and knocked 4 of us off our ladders
can't remember what hurt worse, getting zapped or hitting the concrete
my car wouldn't start this one time, couldn't figure if it was fuel or fire, so I pulled a plug, when I was stuffing the plug back down in the plug wire my pop cranked the engine, that fired me up like I was getting tazed, I couldn't let go of the plug, well that setteled it right there/then of what the problem was, my pop smiled, but he didn't laugh outright for a few seconds, I was pissed. he was probably paying me back for all the times I done something that got him shocked or something, we'd moved into a house when I was about 5 or 6yo and he was running service in, well there he is at the meter screwing down the cable and I shot this batman action figure in the head with with my redrider, fucking bb ricochetted hitting him right in the asscheck, he jumped and all I saw was this big blue arc, when he turned around he was rubbing his eyes with one hand and holding the screwdriver handle in the other, the metal was melted about half way down to the handle.........I ran
another time him and my uncles had finished up a concrete pad and was standing around drinking/joking, well this bird dog he owned had gotten into the chicken pen and was killing hell out of all the chickens he could catch. I ran around the house trying to tell my pop what was happening but he just shoo'd me away, I run back around the the chicken pen and the sonofabitch was still killing the chickens, so I run back around and try to tell him again, he says something like "GODDAMNIT SON, I'M TALKING HERE!", so I stand there a bit and I see this pair of vise grips in his back pocket, so I pull them out of his pocket, adjust them down a tad and I ment to clamp them on his pants but I got about 1/4" of ass in the jaws, that got his attention, I ran again, as I rounded the house he saw the dog killing chickens and he forgot completely about me for a bit. I'm laughing so hard I about sharted. That is some funny shit. When I grabbed that exhaust, I at first thought, damn that is cold and figured out it was actually hot. |
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I think the best non-electrical "shocks" I ever pulled on a job was to some sheet rockers.
They kept going in and flipping breakers for lights and plugs. You don't do that when guys are still working on the wiring of the building. I had a few words with one of them about it and it got really ugly. Stupid f*ck didn't flip breakers anymore after I got done with him. He'd let his mouth overload his ass big time. But it still kept happening. So I rigged one breaker to go to ground through a large chunk of steel wool. Another sheet rocker flipped that breaker and he had about 10,000 flashbulbs go off in his face. 
I believe he literally shart himself too. 
The sheet rockers started getting me or the other electricians on the job to work the breakers for them after that. I can hear an electric arc and jump high in the air still. Shocks are a natural occurrence for electricians. I've always figured no matter how safe you think you are, you're still liable to get shocked working with wire. My dad always told me there were two types of electricians. Ones that had been shocked and others that would be if they worked at the trade long enough. |
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