diggers_dad
Sawchologist
I think my shop is possessed. Went out a couple of nights ago to cut some leather for the wife. Was reaching over the pile, with a long hook (any body that's seen my shop knows that nothing is within easy reach) and got the framing square to use. Bringing it across in mid air and I swear the Devil himself grabbed that square and smacked the end of my broke finger.
/(34,)5$753()6$&@8). Translation- Man that HURT!!!! I've got 9 other fingers, missed them all.
"...nothing is within easy reach..." Friend, there was stuff buried so deep it couldn't even be SEEN. When I left your shop, I didn't feel quite so bad about my own. It's not a lot better, mind you, but at least I felt I wasn't alone in my terrible organization AND affliction with CAD.
dd
Edit: Also - too bad about the finger situation. Life has a way of zeroing in on any injury to remind you it's still tender.