Splish-Splash, Parts Bins in the Bath
Mar. 19th, 2018 02:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayBecause I'm finally sick of looking at the empty shelf units, above one of my tables in the shop, I decided to open the two boxes of parts bins which we'd brought over from the house in the city, clean them up, refill them, and put them on the shelves..
But, you know, it's like washing freakin' dishes. By hand. Wah, wah, wah, right? Right. I had already bought a couple of those cheapo, disposable paint things which I hesitate to call brushes because they're nothing more than foam wedges on a stick. But they looked like they might work for getting into the grimy corners of these bins, so I brought them home.
And actually, they do work quite well. I'd never, ever, use them as "paint brushes," but as cleaning implements they seem to get the job done. But it truly is tedious. The shelf units will hold a total of 72 of these bins and when I fill up the laundry sink with one layer of them, that's 21 of them per batch. Thing is, it kills my back, but I've gotta. get. them. done.
After they're dry, I'll unbag the hardware that I salvaged from the old house, put the labels back on the bins, and then hopefully be able to find what I need for my next project without going out and buying stuff that I already have. Which has gotta be the blue collar definition of insanity. You know, going out and buying the same stuff, over and over, and expecting to be able to find it the next time. Sorry, Albert.
I'd actually thought about trying to clean a couple racks of these things in the dishwasher, but I'm guessing they might melt and know for a certainty that my daughter would kill me for it. No guesswork there, lol.
So, it's back to the basement and more fun splashing around in a sink full of noxious-smelling wash water. And salty tears. Wah, wah, wah...
LPK
Dreamwidth
3.19.2018
But, you know, it's like washing freakin' dishes. By hand. Wah, wah, wah, right? Right. I had already bought a couple of those cheapo, disposable paint things which I hesitate to call brushes because they're nothing more than foam wedges on a stick. But they looked like they might work for getting into the grimy corners of these bins, so I brought them home.
And actually, they do work quite well. I'd never, ever, use them as "paint brushes," but as cleaning implements they seem to get the job done. But it truly is tedious. The shelf units will hold a total of 72 of these bins and when I fill up the laundry sink with one layer of them, that's 21 of them per batch. Thing is, it kills my back, but I've gotta. get. them. done.
After they're dry, I'll unbag the hardware that I salvaged from the old house, put the labels back on the bins, and then hopefully be able to find what I need for my next project without going out and buying stuff that I already have. Which has gotta be the blue collar definition of insanity. You know, going out and buying the same stuff, over and over, and expecting to be able to find it the next time. Sorry, Albert.
I'd actually thought about trying to clean a couple racks of these things in the dishwasher, but I'm guessing they might melt and know for a certainty that my daughter would kill me for it. No guesswork there, lol.
So, it's back to the basement and more fun splashing around in a sink full of noxious-smelling wash water. And salty tears. Wah, wah, wah...
LPK
Dreamwidth
3.19.2018
