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Well that was a fun few hours for a Friday night — I've bought a load of really poor quality material (it's supposed to be good) so a job that should've taken 40 minutes needed repeats and ended up taking twice as long. Near the end I'm in quite a fucking rage, but I only took my anger out on shitty plywood, which got hurled around the studio. I have a temper.
I pause the last stage of the job so that I can fuck around with the material in the machine a bit, then press the green GO button and WHAMBANG! the business end of the machine flew Westward faster than I've ever seen it move before, going so fast that any and all safety measures are rendered useless and the head of the machine twats very loudly into the side of the infrastructure.
Oh. Shit.
It's never done anything like this before.
The info panel's just reporting gobbledygook, so I reset and check to ensure that optics and mirrors are still in one piece - I was fully expecting at least one of them to have shattered. Thankfully, not.
I try a test cut and — oh increasingly whimpering fucks — it's all over the place, not at all doing what it should.
I realise the X-belt has loosened, so I take the machine apart and check every fucking piece that I can.
About three hours later and I think I've got it sorted.
I have two jobs for Monday morning, both half-completed and both paid upfront. I'm not sure what the fuck I would've done had I not been able to sort this.
The unstated joy is that I have literally no fucking idea what made the thing spack out in the first place, so this could happen again, at any time. Woo.
I need a joint.