smelter boot, quiet fancy tho [oliver.com.au]

Well it may be applied to most of cases from learning how to cook, sewing, gardening, picking up boys, got picked up, even writing a blog. But, I think there're somethings that require more than just practice. Today, My boss's colleague sent someone to me. He asked me to teach this guy how to melt aluminium and cast it into iron mould to form various shape.

When I met the guy, errr..., I do not have a confident with him, even before he open his mouth. [yeh don't judge the book by it's cover but mostly I managed to justify before hand]. So, I hand him over some long sleeve kevlar gloves, a smelting apron, a face shield , and a pair of steel toes smelting boots and walk toward smelting area. I showed him how to turn everything on one at a time whilst he took notes. Then an hour later the Aluminium has melted. I showed him how to bail the ladle and pour them into cast iron mould. When his turn comes I [accidentally] looked down to the floor and saw the boots he's wearing. "Stop right there... and get out", I yelled. He got confused, I walked towards the nearest phone and dial his boss number. "Richard, I am here to teach him how to do casting, not how to wear boots", I said. "What are you talking about?" his boss lost in my sarcasm. "How am I suppose to have a confident on this guy handling two kg of molten state metal at 800C when he fail to identify which one is left boots which one is right boots?". And the argument over the phone continued.

I stared at him during the phone argument, then he start switching his boots to the appropriate foot. The conclusion, I shall give him three chances, so i did. The next time he pour the molten state, he has no idea when to stop and the molten metal spilled all over the place. The second time he failed to aim where the molten metal should go. The third time, he splash the molten metal to my sleeves, lucky enough I managed to response quickly by flicking the splash with my kevlar. It burnt my sleeves and some small grain penetrated thru and leaves two tiny holes about 1mm deep on my upper arm. Second thought, this is probably one of those things where you need more than just practice, but also you need brain and confidence to do the job.

I sent him back to his boss, and tell him to tell his boss what happened today in smelting section. I'm still pissed, the hole is not painful anymore, but left a mark on my arm.***