Black Goo

I've not been looking after this here blog, and so I've decided that I'll make more of an effort to document my TR7 rebuild. The story so far...

(cue Wayne's World-style wibble effect)

I've been repairing the left hand side of the floorpan, where there was some corrosion at both the front and rear edges. This is not good, as the TR7 is a monocoque, so the floor forms part of the structure, as does most of the metalwork, to be truthful. The rear floor area is especially important, as this is close to the area where the trailing arms that hold the rear axle to the chassis bolt in.

So I've been busy - cutting out rusty metal with tinsnips and angle grinder cutting disks, and welding in new metal. I've been using both sheet steel and commercially available repair pieces as appropriate. Once the new steel was welded in, I cleaned up the remaining areas of original metal with a twisted wire cup in my trusty angle grinder, before treating any remaining surface rust with Kurust, which chemically neutralises the rust. The surface rust formed in part because the bituminous sound-deadening panels fitted at the factory were fixed to the floorpan underneath the paint, so I am hoping to prevent this by putting the replacement sound-deadening panels on top of the paint.

At the moment, I have primed the floor, using U-Pol Acid #8 etch primer aerosol and normal grey primer. The next step, which I did this evening, is to seal the seams and welds using U-Pol Tigerseal, which is a polyurethane adhesive sealant which comes in a tube.
Here's the primed front floorpan before Tigersealing:

And here it is afterwards:

Tigerseal is very gloopy, and it's hard to get it looking neat. But it's sealed the edges well, and once it's dry will be ready for paint. Hopefully, I'll get the paint done (as it's completely hidden by carpet and the like, I'm going to use a few coats of satin black) before the TR Drivers weekend at Billing Aquadrome, Northampton next weekend. Like last year, we're dragging out the tent and will be camping all weekend. The car will be there next year, honest...

This is good

Tom Reynolds has written another book. Which is good, because the last one was superb.

What is even better is that because it's published under a Creative Commons licence, it can be downloaded and linked and embedded almost everywhere. So here's my attempt to increase Tom's readership by almost none:

Open publication - Free publishing - More tea

Remember kids - it's available in all good bookshops, several evil supermarkets and a few dodgy websites.

Tum te tum...

Many sunrises have passed since I last blogged. Not much has happened to tell the truth. I'm a week or so away from my AAT and payroll exams. I think I'm pretty ready.

The jobhunting has stalled, pretty much. I did have a second interview, with a major construction company looking for accounts assistants for a major road project. Needless to say, I didn't get the job. The three people they took on had specific construction industry experience. Fair enough, but it doesn't help me. I do believe that I have made a big mistake looking for a job a year earlier than I had planned. It's coloured my view of my course, and it's made it harder to get motivated to revise. It's strange, because I can do it. There are people out there doing the same course who are in work, and seem to be struggling, or who don't seem to have got it as quickly as I have. It's frustrating.

I'm nowhere to be seen...

I've just found out that one of my co-students has been writing a blog. I don't see her and her cohorts so much these days - although we're still doing the same course with the same lecturers, I'm doing the other class most of the time (we do two three hour classes a week, each of which is held twice, once during the day and once in the evening. I usually do Tuesday evening and Wednesday morning, and Student Granny does Wednesday afternoon and evening). SG can be quite scathing on her blog, which I read from end to beginning once I discovered it.

Alright. I admit it. I read it to see if she'd said anything about me. So shoot me. But there's zip. I'm not the subject of her wrath, or anything else.

Wahey!

Saw this on FailBlog:


see more pwn and owned pictures

Reminds me of a toy we did at McDonald's once. A range of dragons that balanced on a rocky outcrop, except that one of the outcrops looked strangely familiar. It was swiftly withdrawn, but I'm sure Jo Coton took one home...

Lies, damned lies and no statistics at all.

Stepdaughter #1 and I were photographed for the AAT Magazine article today. Which was a slightly bizarre experience. How so?

Well, for a start the dress code was 'smart casual'. Now I'm a jeans and t-shirt or work clothes (which with my work history, tend to be some sort of uniform) kinda guy, and so I'm not entirely sure what smart casual is. I therefore took myself to that high class gentlemen's clothing emporium that is Asda, and bought a couple of polo shirts and a pair of chinos. But Mrs MnG told me that I should never wear shirts with horizontal stripes, as they'll make me look fat. So I put on a grey short-sleeved shirt I already had, and took the polo shirts as spares.

We did three sets of photos. The first set took place in one of the computer suites at college. If you've already done AAT Foundation, you'll know that there's no computer element to Intermediate, so SD #1 doesn't even have a Burton College login. No matter, as Johnny the photographer had carefully arranged the computers to show the bright blue Windows XP login screen, with us sat on chairs in the middle. The next few minutes were a montage of Johnny photographing us, getting SD #1 to smile, and running round wiggling mice.

Next up was in the library, where we were photographed in one aisle, whilst Johnny was in the next aisle, poking his well-endowed Nikon through the books. For composition, don't you know...

Finally, we were shot actually studying, or at least pretending to. I was doodling, then pretending to read a text book, when the fire alarm went off. "Just a couple more shots..."

It was fun, and Johnny told us that he'd got some good shots. And hopefully, some accountant somewhere will see my gurning mug, and think "I'll give that man a job." Possibly. Maybe.

I'm a media star!

Sort of. Kind of. Darling Stepdaughter #1 and I are to be featured in a forthcoming issue of AAT Magazine, as part of a feature about families studying the AAT. Watch this space...

New life goal

I have a new life goal. I want to find a job which will enable me to get Nokia's iPhone-killing N97. 32GB memory, touch-screen and slide-out keyboard, 5 megapixel camera, GPS, etcetera etcetera...

In other mobile-related news, I have downloaded Shozu, which will enable me to upload photos straight to Facebook. It'll also make it easy to upload pics to Blogger, when I get that bit to work.

A bit of work.

This last week, I've been temping for a building facilities management company. It's not accounts - the closest I come to invoicing is filing them - but the girls in the office are lovely and it's experience of a sort.
Yesterday, I was sorting out the event files for one of the larger clients. What happens is the client emails up with a job - an event - and we assign an engineer, usually one of the resident engineers. The jobs vary, but are usually small - from unblocking toilets to adjusting the aircon. They come in cycles: in summer people are too hot, and in winter too cold. Christmas brings requests for PAT (Portable Appliance Test - an annual electrical test on everything that plugs into the wall) tests on christmas lights and radios.
Some things I've noticed: every job has a priority, and some people's idea of priority is skewed - adjusting the aircon tends to get top (1-2 hours) priority, whereas fixing a flickering light above an epileptic can wait a day or two. The person typing the emails is in love with the word 'within' - a typical job description is 'Within prepayments it is too cold - please check' instead of 'Please check prepayments as it's too cold'.
And spare a thought for poor Amrit. One day he rang in because of a draught above his desk. A couple of days later, he complained of being too hot.

It's a crying shame.

Jim Jump can't get into Wetherspoon's with this...

According to the Portsmouth News (and several of the national newspapers), two Royal Marines were turned away from a Wetherspoons pub for not having the right ID. Apparently, military ID isn't valid ID for proving you're over 18, as jobsworth bouncers can only accept driving licences, passports and those PASS card thingumys.

Now, I can see this in landlocked Barnsley, say, but this is Portsmouth, where there have been naval dockyards (and hence sailors - military personnel) for centuries. They all have IDs - although not quite like the one above with names, dates of birth and photos clearly displayed.

So it's with regret (because Wetherspoons do serve decent beer) that I've joined the boycott. Until Wetherspoons apologise publically to squaddies everywhere, then I ain't going in.

Bus Slogan Generator

I saw this on the Sabre forums.

Here's a couple of my efforts:

TR7 Progress

A wee note about progress on the TR7.

• LH Door is reskinned, awaiting fitting and tweaking (which I will do once the floor on the LH side is completed). It also needs seam sealing inside.
• The LH front floor is practically complete. All I need to do is dress the plug welds, and get rid of the remaining surface rust on the interior before giving the bare metal a temporary coat of primer.
• The quarterlight frame for the LH door needs starting again, as there's some surace rust reappearing. It needs stripping, derusting and repainting.
• I have enough parts to repair the LH rear floor.
  
• I have rebuilt the LH rear drum brake, and have some parts to re-build the RH rear drum brake. I only need to rebuild the brakes enough now to ensure the handbrake works, as I plan to pull the rear axle out. This is so I can turn the car round on my slopy drive so I can fix the floor on the RH side.
  
• The bumpers are in the process of being refurbed - they need stripping down, derusting and the plastic parts repainting. I need two new sidelight assemblies - the fixing bolts were seized and broke on both of them, as well as a replacement front centre bumper cover.
  

That'll do for now...

Warning: venting in progress.

I'm seriously getting fed up with looking for a job. I know there's a recession going on, but still. It's just that I've had a couple of knockbacks recently, and it's affecting my confidence.

Knockback one was a phone I had on Monday, the day before I had an interview with a local council. Interview cancelled, due to a recruitment freeze. But it was knockback two that had me in tears of frustration. I saw a job on a well-known recruitment agency's email for an AAT Semi Senior in Leicester. Unusually, this job seemed not to require even the six months experience that trainee accounts positions seem to require. (Why is that? Surely someone looking for a new job with only six months experience is showing a lack of commitment?) So I applied, and unusually for me as I'm not a fan of phones, I phoned the agency to show keenness.

The lady on the other end told me that the client had specific requirements, and that even someone commuting from Loughborough (a town halfway between leicester and Derby, where I live) would not be considered, and so he would not even look at my CV. Apparently he's been burned before by people who commute on the sort of salary a junior accounts trainee would earn.

Well, excuse me, but give me some flaming credit. I know that entry-level accounts positions pay jack all, but we're managing on the mix of NHS student nurse bursary and tax credits we get at the moment, so I'm prepared for the low wages for the right job. I can read, and I do know the relative distances between Derby and Leicester, and I'm prepared for that. Here's the thing. If I wasn't prepared for the commute, I wouldn't have applied!

It's the classic lack-of-experience vicious circle. It has been suggested to me that I write to accountants and offer to do some work experience, or volunteer for charity work. I'm a bit leery of the charity work, as I'm half expecting that once I've done some volunteering that the recruitment agencies will turn round and tell me that the experience is 'the wrong sort of experience'. In addition, there's the question of childcare. If I was being paid child care wouldn't be so much of a problem, as we have got an arrangement kind of set up for if and when I do get a job. But I'm not sure I can get childcare for swanning about like a schoolboy doing work experience with no guarantees at the end of it.

By the way, the study is going fine. In Unit 5, we started overhead absorption. To be honest, I've been told that Intermediate is much harder than Foundation, but that's not my experience. I'm finding it all straightforward and logical. And the same goes for Level 3 payroll. There's another rub. I'm understanding this, and able to do the work. Elsewhere in the class, there's students who are working, and they're struggling. I can do this! Give me a job!

And breathe...