Okay, I'm sure we've all done this at one time or another: done SOMETHING (intentionally or unintentionally) that managed to rustle some religious jimmies.
For the record, please state up front whether it was done intentionally or deliberately.
I'll lead off:
It was unintentional.
I was at work, overhauling a particular aviation instrument known as an attitude director indicator -- one of those gadgets with the revolving sphere that shows whether you're flying up, down, banked left or right, or level.
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Anyhow, the connectors to the front trim knob potentiometers are made of nylon, which is a thermoplastic and will melt if you get them too hot. One of the wires had broken off the connector pin, and I had to re-solder the wire to the connector WITHOUT melting the connector body (not the most intelligent design, IMHO).
So anyhow, I'd cranked my digital temperature-controlled soldering iron down to about 590 degrees F, and was gradually raising the temperature by pressing the "up" button a few times and trying to resolder the connection. The idea was to sneak up on the lowest temp where I could get the solder to flow without destroying the connector itself. It was a matter of applying the iron to the joint, seeing if the solder would melt, and pressing the set button a few more times to raise the iron's temperature.
Eventually, I found a setting that worked, reflowed the joint, and was putting the soldering iron back in its holder when I heard an outburst from the tech sitting next to me. I looked up to find him pointing at the soldering station with a horrified expression, virtually apopleptic.
Sure enough, the display showed 666 degrees in satanic red glowing LED numbers. You'd have thought the earth was going to open up and spawn hordes of demons, based on the guy's reaction.
It took about fifteen minutes to get him calmed down. I started by pressing the set button twice to raise the temp to 668 (being the number of The Neighbor of The Beast). He couldn't even understand that it was just a matter of units, that if my station had been set to celsius it would have been 352 degrees instead.
Long story short, it took about a week before he would even talk to me. I suspect he went to the shop supervisor, who for once handled things correctly by calming him down. I did get a funny grin from the supervisor maybe an hour later. I just wonder what paperwork got filed over the incident. The employee in question no longer works for the company, though for an unrelated set of occurences a few years later.
That's my story. What's yours?
Beanbag
For the record, please state up front whether it was done intentionally or deliberately.
I'll lead off:
It was unintentional.
I was at work, overhauling a particular aviation instrument known as an attitude director indicator -- one of those gadgets with the revolving sphere that shows whether you're flying up, down, banked left or right, or level.
http://ift.tt/1xmXyq6
Anyhow, the connectors to the front trim knob potentiometers are made of nylon, which is a thermoplastic and will melt if you get them too hot. One of the wires had broken off the connector pin, and I had to re-solder the wire to the connector WITHOUT melting the connector body (not the most intelligent design, IMHO).
So anyhow, I'd cranked my digital temperature-controlled soldering iron down to about 590 degrees F, and was gradually raising the temperature by pressing the "up" button a few times and trying to resolder the connection. The idea was to sneak up on the lowest temp where I could get the solder to flow without destroying the connector itself. It was a matter of applying the iron to the joint, seeing if the solder would melt, and pressing the set button a few more times to raise the iron's temperature.
Eventually, I found a setting that worked, reflowed the joint, and was putting the soldering iron back in its holder when I heard an outburst from the tech sitting next to me. I looked up to find him pointing at the soldering station with a horrified expression, virtually apopleptic.
Sure enough, the display showed 666 degrees in satanic red glowing LED numbers. You'd have thought the earth was going to open up and spawn hordes of demons, based on the guy's reaction.
It took about fifteen minutes to get him calmed down. I started by pressing the set button twice to raise the temp to 668 (being the number of The Neighbor of The Beast). He couldn't even understand that it was just a matter of units, that if my station had been set to celsius it would have been 352 degrees instead.
Long story short, it took about a week before he would even talk to me. I suspect he went to the shop supervisor, who for once handled things correctly by calming him down. I did get a funny grin from the supervisor maybe an hour later. I just wonder what paperwork got filed over the incident. The employee in question no longer works for the company, though for an unrelated set of occurences a few years later.
That's my story. What's yours?
Beanbag
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