Breaking Bad Congo
I am pleased to report that one orphanage that received a pair of breeding goats last year during “Cardi’s Congo Choppys” donations are still alive. They have in fact been breeding and now there are four.
The orphanages are generally doing it tough and even basics like food or soap are often running out. We have formed a group on site and are planning a more organised approach to supporting these orphanages so we can do more throughout the year.
Have a look at the oven, I’m not sure it gets used, I don’t even know if there’s power.
I just had one of my staff come into my office and present me with this, I thought based on the envelope it was a wedding invitation….until I read it.
Here it is. Is it what you thought it was going to be?
If you said retarded looking turtle…..ding ding ding you were right.
Check out this piece of Malachite ore found in the pit. That’s a size 12 steel cap boot to give you an idea of scale. As we speak that bad boy is in town being carved into my new office mascot.
Three guesses what animal it’s going to be????
After another long painful day I got back to my cabin, took my boots off and placed them by the door on the piece of cardboard I have there to avoid tracking mud all through my room. I then stripped off my work clothes and went into the bathroom for a shower, as I flicked on the light I looked down and saw this little bugger scampering across the floor.
Ughhh another bloody scorpion, although I must say far less of a fright than the last time when I woke up to find it staring me in the face. Why can’t I get random chameleons in my room instead?
Even though it was nowhere near as scary I did have a small “oh shit” moment. Why is it that dealing with creepy crawlies is that much more unnerving when you are naked? There is that increased sense of vulnerability I think.
I mean really a fear of being stung by a small arachnid may be silly but a fear of being stung on the wang by a scorpion is prudent and evolutionary in my opinion.
As improbable as it may have been my concern wasn’t to put shoes on in case it ran over and stung me on the foot…..but instead to put pants on in case it ran up my leg and stung me on the family jewels.
There’s an American TV show that we get here through our satelite subscription called “1000 ways to die”. From suffocations to explosions, decapitations to electrocutions, this SPIKE TV show explains the science behind different kinds of weird deaths.
Usually it’s a show full of Darwin award winners, showcasing the overwhelming stupidity of the human race.
During the morning meeting someone raised a safety topic that I thought could well make an appearance on this show.
One of the main consumables used to create copper in our process is acid, which gets delivered to site in large tanker trucks. Apparently an acid tanker was driving to another mine site to deliver acid and the driver lost control of the truck probably from excessive speed on notoriously crappy roads and the truck overturned. The tank ruptured and spilled the entire contents.
Unfortunately, there happened to be another truck traveling in the opposite direction and the tank overturned and ruptured on top of the cab of his truck trapping him inside.
Apparently he was pretty much completely dissolved by the acid.
I can think of a lot of horrible ways to die but being dissolved alive in acid has to rate up there with the worst.
This is what was on the board today for lunch. After eating it I can confirm the description was fairly accurate.