That Tuesday when everything just clicked on a 60 foot tank
We were doing tube sheet repairs on a feed water heater over in Gary, Indiana, and the first two days were pure misery. Bad weather, tight clearances, and my air arc kept blowing rods because of the damp conditions. Then Tuesday morning rolled around and the sun finally came out. My helper and I switched to a different laydown spot and everything just flowed, we got our bevels perfect on the first pass and the fitter didn't have to grind anything back. We finished all 48 tubes by 2pm, which was nearly a full day ahead of the schedule the foreman had on his clipboard. That old foreman just nodded at me and said, 'nice day to be a boilermaker' and walked off. Has anyone else had a shift where all the little things suddenly line up and make you feel like you actually know what you're doing?
My buddy Ray had one of those days last spring welding handrails at a water plant in Joliet. He showed up expecting a fight with some warped pipe, but the crane operator set everything down perfect and his wire feed ran smooth as butter all morning. By lunch he had twice the footage he normally does, and the inspector just gave him a thumbs up without even measuring. He still talks about that day like it was some sort of miracle.
Wait, you're telling me the inspector didn't even pull out a tape measure once? I used to think every good day had a catch, but that story might just make me a believer in the occasional perfect shift.