I didn't want to hijack a previous thread so I thought I'd offer my sincere condolences to any fellow welders working with me at that plant except that we are still all alive, Hallelujah! I remember so many things about that job that haunt me today. There was a pile of hard hats outside the draggin' up gate. I remember being asked to do 'Special Projects'. We would, at night, climb to the upper section of the cat cracker and weld stainless stick rod, end to end, dress up in a flame resistant suit, and reach out to weld cherry red cracks in the operational cat cracker. I was qualified because I was great at welding and I was crazy enough to do it.