Fun Day at Work (NOT!)

Fun Day at Work (NOT!)

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A full-fledged router table is a glorious thing. I got to see one close-up in my gym when the owner decided to put in some wood shelving. I am glad that I liked the thing because all the noise was irritating my clients. As a fitness trainer, I can’t have stress in the workplace. The clients may not return. A workout must be a pleasant experience, not one punctuated by loud, woodworking noises. I must say that the table is impressive—a user-friendly and powerful package of everything you need to work with wood except the lumber. It is a one-stop shop that includes a robust motor that will cut through just about anything nature has to offer. The craftsman brought in for the shelving job said a good router table is vital to effect clean and accurate work. It is a clean working surface to be loaded with tools. He told me you can adjust the cutting depth even to microfine levels and then wrote down this web site: https://www.woodworknation.com/best-router-table-reviews/. Maybe this was too much information. Yes, I liked the table, but no I did not like the noise pollution it created. All I could think about during my training sessions that day was be gone wrenches, dust guards, miter gauge, and assorted woodworking hardware.

At first, before the noise went on and on, I actually wanted to try my hand at woodworking as I was fascinated by all the tools. I wanted to know if the woodworker could do more than simple shelves. Surely you could make more artistic artifacts. But my mind quickly went back to the training at hand. I tried to interest them in the fascinating ability of the router table to construct something useful, but it didn’t work. I went home frustrated and tired. I was worried that I would confront all the noise and dust the next day. I woke up with some anxiety and made my way to the gym. It was early and yet the router table was still there. Would I be able to survive another day? The answer was apparently yes as the craftsman was not yet in place. The shelves had been mounted during the night. Maybe word got out about all the fuss and bother. I felt a little guilty about making the guy work overtime late into the night, but it was for the best.

About noon, the craftsman showed up to remove his table and place it in another part of the gym where he was going to build more shelves to hold our giant plastic balls. He made a lovely rack decorated with pegs for the stretching ropes and belts. As a trainer, I was going to like this new organization. It would keep things off the floor and out of the way of clients. Now we had room to put down yoga mats for floor work. I no longer had a grudge against the craftsman and his ingenious router table. Rather, I praise him to the skies.