Looks like that silliness at work pretty much blew over. It helped that yesterday a loader caught on fire so they have something new to investigate.
Never a dull moment at a coal mine, I'll tell ya. Seriously. If it's not things blowing up or flipping over, it's the escapades of the colorful characters I work with. The stories I could tell you . . . too bad they're not really very wholesome, for the most part.
Though I did find out that one of my coworkers once raised three orphan black bear cubs, back when he was a kid in Manitoba. I asked him about them, and he told me, in a wistfully nostalgic tone of voice, "dey're just like 'umans, dem fuckin' t'ings."