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May 4th had the makings of a typical day. I rode my bike to work in the morning, and got a call from a coworker about 10 minutes before arriving to my building. He wanted to move a piece of equipment in order to test it in another area of the lab. He wanted a hand when I got there. “No problem.” I said.
I arrived, changed out of my riding clothes, and walked to the other end of the lab. Young, my coworker, hadn’t arrived yet, so I went over and started to unplug the equipment. It was only a single connection, albeit a big one: one hundred and fifty amps, 3 phase, 480VAC. Continue reading “bzzzztt”