I hate laptop keyboards and shortcuts. Just got fucked again, as I type 30 or 40 wpm and it deleted so fast I couldn't stop in time. Anyway, I'll start all over again. So, we got power out to the shop and contemplated the next moves. We discussed painting the floor and went with the logic that without lighting the back sides of the shop would be very hard to see if we missed any places or not, which was a bit flawed but, you know. We decided to put the ceiling and lights up and get light, then prep floor and paint. I looked around for ceiling sheet metal and found a guy on market place that was selling 12' by 38" outside wall sheets for 33 bucks each, no tax, picked up in Indy. I thought it was decent but figured since actual ceiling sheet is a thinner gauge and should be cheaper, right? I called the first place and they wanted 37 a piece plus tax. I called the second place and they wanted 43 bucks each, plus tax. I got with the guy in Indy and told him I'd take white. He said they were out of white but he'd let me know when it came in. About a month later, he got with me and said he had plenty of white now. So Neil and I jumped in my truck with enclosed trailer in tow and headed Northwest. We got there and I tried to negotiate with the guy a little but he wasn't budging. I figured since I was buying 90 sheets, I'd get a bit of a break, even $.50 each would have made me happy. But nope, so we went to work carrying in 90 sheets of steel. It's not lite and multiply each by 90 and you get the idea. We were beat and just melted in spite of the 50 deg temps in April. We laid them on the floor of the trailer not really knowing any other way to secure them? So I paid the guy and we jumped in the truck, grabbed lunch and then headed towards home. Getting on the highway we were going up a steep incline on the onramp and I goosed it a bit to get up to speed and felt a jerk and bang and the truck jerked backwards a bit, figured the load settled a bit, we kept going. Sure enough, we hit traffic, stopped, and the person in front of me was not paying a lick of attention and jammed on their brakes, and I had to do the same, we were nearing to be stopped when suddenly a huge bang and the truck lurched forward about 3 feet. Good thing I had assured clear distance. When we got home and opened the trailer door, we saw what happened. The trailer has a workbench of sorts with a stack of drawers and a 1/2" diameter rod going down in front of them to hold the drawers closed. Good thing too, because that thing is shaped like a U where all the sheetmetal slid forward and whacked it. It also damaged about 40% of the panels, but not too bad that a Hammer didn't straighten it out. The big damage was to my receiver on the truck, it ovalled out the pin hole so the trailer would slam back and forth depending on whether you were stopping or going. What a fiasco.
I rented a scissors lift and picked it up and brought it home. A word of advise, you have to take an online operators safety course before you can rent one. I did it, and it was free. We used three guys, using our heads and arms, we raised the panel up, supported it with our heads while we got screws and drills ready, while the center guy used his arms to hold up the panel. First row and a half absolutely killed us. By the time we were done with the ceiling, we could knock out 3 or 4 rows in the same time and not be that hurt. I picked white for the reflective qualities. That is all the garbage out of my first storage unit, 2 more to go. We, or I, had to move this **** all around in a real life version of tetris so we could get to the ceiling, wiring, lights, etc. It SUCKED. If it hadn't of saved me 300 bucks a month, I'd of let it sit there.