When the cobot stole my stool

But set up a cobot on a cart last Tuesday and it neatly parked itself where my stool used to live, then fed a 10-lb spool of.035 like it was trying to knit; meanwhile I’m reminding it the puddle still answers to me. If you’re making the jump like I did after 20 years with a 250-amp MIG, don’t sweat the teach pendant; it’s just a new glove, your eyes and travel speed are still the boss.

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Mine stole my milk crate; lock the casters and enable ‘run-in’ for.035.

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Teach a park-away waypoint so it stops stealing stools; burnback bump tames.035 — “the puddle still answers to me”.

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