For two weeks I've been trying to come up with a name that fits me. (That Ringo thing didn't work out like I'd planned.) Last night at work I had a close call, and it hit me. I had just finished replacing a 345kv switch support insulator, turned in the clearance, and re-energized 500 foot of buss. When the breaker closed, about 75 other buss insulators started raising hell from the humidity and contamination!! (Sometimes these things blow like a huge grenade, throwing sharp porcelain glass hundreds feet in all directions.) In a transmission substation with that voltage, this is a very bad thing!! For a few seconds, I thought..."Man, I'm gonna' be an ugly corpse". I couldn't run, I was surrounded. Thank God after about 5 or 6 seconds, it all calmed down. I still had the adrenaline rush for the year, but I got to come home and see my family!!
After that, I thought, why did I pick this job!! That's when it hit me, I like it. It's what I do, and I'm basically a PowerSlave. My wife doesn’t care for my choice of careers, but she tolerates the long hours, and gets to spend my paycheck!!