Someone threw some rocks and stones at my house last night and scared the shit out of all of us. The minute my mum called me I ran out into the street yelling "COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT" but obviously no one - thrower included - heard me because they were either asleep or too busy running away. The police came at around 0230 when we called them at like, midnight. No matter. I've set up a highly sophisticated trap consisting of a state-of-the-art motion detector and two papayas to catch the bugger if he does it again. You have been warned, hoodlum.
First day today in the clean room of SP. For those who have not been to a clean room before - and I suspect there aren't many - it's a place you surely will believe to be some sort of chemical/biological/germ warfare center. It certainly did feel that way with us wearing white jumpsuits and other associated apparatus in order to keep the dirt and dust generated by us stinky humans to a minimum. You suit up in a HEPA-filtered Class 1000 room (that's hair net and face shield, gown, booties and latex gloves in that order), followed by an air shower, then it's into a Class 100 clean room bathed in bright, stark white fluorescent light that makes you feel you were in the middle of a lightning bolt. Around you are various machines that if you didn't know better would seem to be centrifuges for refinement of nuclear material but obvious they aren't. Warning signs are liberally scattered around with ominous words such as "DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU", "ACID BURNS", "DO NOT REMOVE ANTISTATIC CLOTHES WHILE IN ROOM" and my personal favourite, "WARNING: EXPLOSION-RESISTANT REFRIGERATOR" (I am not making this up). Obviously that bottle of Heinz's wasn't what we thought it was.
Obviously we didn't have time to explore so we got to the down and dirty of the matter at hand, which was to learn the workings of all the machines and to learn fundamental wafer fabricating procedures. The seniors sure as hell weren't joking when they said it was the waiting that was tedious.
Let's put it into perspective. You complain when a bus takes more than 5 minutes to arrive while you pace up and down and listen to your MP3 player. In the clean room, this machine - like the others - takes damn near a one-half hour to warm up. That's 90 minutes to you, without the benefit of an MP3 player or pacing or any sort of time-wasting activity to while the boring minutes away. I have a suspicion that the best friend I make there will be the tweezer.
Anyway, Thursday's coming up and I still haven't gotten anything for Best. Die la. Gonna need to start cracking my head.
First day today in the clean room of SP. For those who have not been to a clean room before - and I suspect there aren't many - it's a place you surely will believe to be some sort of chemical/biological/germ warfare center. It certainly did feel that way with us wearing white jumpsuits and other associated apparatus in order to keep the dirt and dust generated by us stinky humans to a minimum. You suit up in a HEPA-filtered Class 1000 room (that's hair net and face shield, gown, booties and latex gloves in that order), followed by an air shower, then it's into a Class 100 clean room bathed in bright, stark white fluorescent light that makes you feel you were in the middle of a lightning bolt. Around you are various machines that if you didn't know better would seem to be centrifuges for refinement of nuclear material but obvious they aren't. Warning signs are liberally scattered around with ominous words such as "DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU", "ACID BURNS", "DO NOT REMOVE ANTISTATIC CLOTHES WHILE IN ROOM" and my personal favourite, "WARNING: EXPLOSION-RESISTANT REFRIGERATOR" (I am not making this up). Obviously that bottle of Heinz's wasn't what we thought it was.
Obviously we didn't have time to explore so we got to the down and dirty of the matter at hand, which was to learn the workings of all the machines and to learn fundamental wafer fabricating procedures. The seniors sure as hell weren't joking when they said it was the waiting that was tedious.
Let's put it into perspective. You complain when a bus takes more than 5 minutes to arrive while you pace up and down and listen to your MP3 player. In the clean room, this machine - like the others - takes damn near a one-half hour to warm up. That's 90 minutes to you, without the benefit of an MP3 player or pacing or any sort of time-wasting activity to while the boring minutes away. I have a suspicion that the best friend I make there will be the tweezer.
Anyway, Thursday's coming up and I still haven't gotten anything for Best. Die la. Gonna need to start cracking my head.
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