I hauled over some steel, iron and aluminum I had been collecting. It is a great adventure - you and your truck are weighed on a scale, you drive over by "That Shivalay pickup", drop off some of the load, go back over the scale "Customers must stay in vehicle!" then over to the aluminum place. More backin' an' forthin', I get my final receipt and off to the pay shack, and while walking in I see the corporate mission statement is printed at the bottom - including the words "Asperational Value:...". Being me I mentioned to the nice woman working inside that there is a typo on their receipt. She was as sweet as she could be and set right to fixin' it.
This evening's musical selection relates to a previous comment. Ombra mai fu.
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Thank you. I love this one.
What was their mission statement?? Forget the value, inquiring minds want to know what the asperation involved.
Here you go, MamaM, verbatim:
"Mission: Excellence in Recycling
Core Values: Honesty/Integrity
Customer Experience, Hardworking, Accountability
Asperational Value: Glorify God By Being responsible stewards of his many Blessings"
As you can see - there are plenty of corrections possible to the words, but the sentiment is right on the money. The random capitalization and lack of an upper case "H" on "his" are fascinating. But you can't beat the honesty and forthrightness of that statement.
I have been there maybe a half dozen times over the years and for all of my concern about what might go wrong at the metal recycling yard (flat tire due to tramp metal, collision with the giant machines slinging scrap around, sketchy employees, etc.) none of those fears has come to pass.
Love this. I have spent time in dumps, being paid by the hour. In fire subrogation cases, sometimes the evidence[sprinklers, electrical wiring/boxes] are removed from the scene before they can be retained as evidence. I spent several 12 hour days coming through mountains of metal w/ a mechanical and electrical engineers on a yuuge cold storage warehouse case. We paid the crane operator to help us. In the north, Jews often are in the scrap metal biz. That may not be the case in Dixie?
My best friend from grammar school inherited a fancy place in the most expensive place in the Hamptons. Well his wife did.
Anywho, they have to bring their own recycling to the dump. There is a long boardwalk with stalls looking over a field. You walk up to the doorway marked "Paper" or "Plastic" or "Glass" and toss your refuge out the door.
Million dollar houses and you need to handle your own trash.
Get a Handel of the Schattenfreude
When I was a callow yute we burned our trash in a barrel out in the back yard. Anything that we couldn't burn, or that wouldn't burn was picked up by the local garbage company. Painted in bold letters on the side of the garbage truck, and seared in my memory even to this day, were the words "Ralph's Refuge". We always got a good chuckle out of that and in retrospect it's almost as if I was born to be a proofreader.
Thanks, Sixty, another post right up my alley. We have a yard like that in my town but I never wondered what it might look like behind the closed gates until I finally accumulated enough steel and aluminum to go there. It was a maze of little roads and stations for different metals, a cemetery for all our stuff and the first step towards reincarnating it into other stuff. I found it intriguing and wish I had some kind of pass that would allow me to go through there whenever I want. Across the street there's a large auto salvage yard that I can rummage through for $2. When the vehicles have been picked over they go to the shredder on the recycling side of the street.
That's the place, Dad Bones - it certainly demonstrates the transitory nature of our life here.
As had to wait outside the aluminum shed while the forklift operator moved a cube of mashed up copper pipe - for whatever reason every single piece of copper on that pallet looked brand new, never used. Hmm...
s/b I had rather than As had.
a cube of mashed up copper pipe - for whatever reason every single piece of copper on that pallet looked brand new, never used. Hmmm...
Some contractors and installation crews are required to scrap leftover unused materials that were ordered and billed to a specific job and customer. The logistics of how and where to move, store or use partial spools, pallets and racks of copper and steel in the form of wire, pipe and fixture, presents a costly and complicated problem to accounting and shipping departments that's often most easily and cleanly solved by scraping the extra material.
In the north, Jews often are in the scrap metal biz.
That's the case here (Iowa), nd. The family arrived over 100 yrs ago and started buying wool, fur, hides, metals and anything of value. Now it's pretty much all recycling.
"... it has been estimated that at least 80% of all copper ever mined is still available (having been repeatedly recycled)." [link]
I'll bet the percentage is even higher for the other coinage metals: silver and gold.
Not a "bad ombrae" in sight.
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