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Engineering Ken and the hole issue…

As some of you know I work with a lot of engineers.  Many of them are supposed to be very smart individuals as they are pursuing their Master’s and Ph.D’s in their respective fields of studies.  However, these people can generate some of the best ‘Barbie Fail’ moments that even has Barbie herself shake her head in disbelief.

Yesterday I was eating lunch in my office with two co-workers when Engineering Ken, who just obtained his Master’s Degree, came skulking into the workshop with a rather embarrassed look about him.  He wandered into my office area and stopped at the doorway.

“Can I ask you something?”, he asked.

“Sure what do you need”, I replied.

“How can I get this off?”, he asked.  At that moment he raised his left hand up and sitting on his baby finger was a gear belt cog (actual item is in the photos).

I have to admit I wanted to laugh, and laugh hard.  However, I could see that he was really embarrassed by this so I bit my tongue…really, really, really hard.

“Here you can try this”, I said as I tossed him a small bottle of Vaseline I keep for greasing some parts up.  Engineering Ken looked perplexed at this and was wondering how he would fit his finger into the small jar deep enough to loosen the cog from his knuckle.  It seems, that despite knowing the algorithms for force and stress, our poor friend couldn’t muster the idea of using his other hand to take some of the petroleum jelly and apply it to his knuckle.

Seeing this struggle with the concept of how to apply Vaseline I offered him another solution.  “Or you can go spray some WD-40 on it”

So, like a mouse, he scurried off to find the WD-40.  About 20 seconds later he went walking, rather briskly, past the office.

“Did it work?”, I called out.

Without even looking back “Yes.  Thanks”

“Can I bring this up as events of interest at Thursday’s team meeting?”, I asked mildly joking (ok not really joking).

“Um, I would prefer you didn’t”.  At that moment he dropped his head and scurried out of the workshop with pace worthy of an Olympic track star.

I have to be honest, my two co-workers and I absolutely killed ourselves laughing when he left.



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