Electrics

            I had work off last weekend so I went to visit my brother in Shandong.

            I arrived Saturday night and we went out to dinner. The evening went great until I spilled hot-red sesame oil on my now ruined cream dress. Just above the waistline, the dress is smudged with blotches of beet red fabric mutations. The stain will undoubtedly be a bitch to get out.

           

            On Sunday, Allen had to go into work early so he took me along and then dropped me at the train station during lunch so I would get back for work Monday.

            Allen operates machinery at a jet engine assembly factory called Electrics. He tells me he operates a winch and moves different turbofan parts. He says Electrics primarily configure two-spool turbofans, on which both the fan and LP spool are mounted on a LP shaft running to aforementioned spool. I don’t really know what this means, but I smile and pretend to be mildly interested to please Allen. He says the company is actually a subsidiary of a Dutch company called Silverwing. Says Europeans over engineer these things.

            I took a quick picture of the factory. It was forbidden but no one was around.