So, fired Ivan for blowing a .06 BAT at 8:15 in the morning, last Friday. Monday, interviewed and hired Tiny Killer Neckbeard, our new programmer. TKN is smaller even than Nigel (comes in at about .8 Standard Nigel Units), and is both a genius at microprocessor controls and has just left his college-paying career of teaching karate. 2nd degree black belt or some shit.
This means I now have a ninja on staff. Muhaha. Too small to show up on instruments, and able to kill us all with a single punch.
Don't you wish you were me?
Mike the Engineer is sticking his dick in the meat grinder known as "competition law", by allowing one vendor to submit multiple bids on the same project, so I'm not sure how much longer he'll be a problem.
Filthy Assistant has taken to wandering around in a confused state. We have bets on when he'll actually shit himself.
Jim is doing a fairly good imitation of autism, though I think it's actually that he can't HEAR us talk due to the rage pounding at the inside of his skull.
I think it's kind of funny - hilarious - that everyone here is going insane in one manner or another (except me, I'm FINE) due to the enormous stresses that we have been under for the last couple of years. Not just the good stress (PLEASE INCREASE PRODUCTION BY A FACTOR OF 10 IN A YEAR, HERE'S A TON OF MONEY TO DO IT WITH), but also the WEIRD stuff. Example: We need to do exposure monitoring for chrome 6, etc. We do not have an industrial hygenist. They will not loan us one. We have been denied the slot to hire one of our own, and this isn't a contract position type thing (it's full time). Then we are asked where the results are. My boss has threatened his boss with sending me to Houston to explain matters in language they'll understand. After the bean counter thing and the South Carolina incident, that didn't go over well.
Ed's arm is healing nicely, though I have talked to him about our company rules requiring that your skin must be worn at all times at the workplace.
There is a reason that The Good Reverend Roger is just a teensy bit stressed out these days, but fuck me if I know what it is.
I giggled.
Though it probably should have been more like this: :horrormirth:
I like the part where you need an industry hygienist but YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE ONE. :argh!: :lol:
Quote from: TALK TO ME ABOUT YOUR GENITALS on August 21, 2013, 05:21:15 PM
I like the part where you need an industry hygienist but YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE ONE. :argh!: :lol:
This isn't a bad corporation, but it is a LARGE corporation, and we firmly believe that the left tentacle should never know what the right tentacle is doing.
What *I* like is being treated as a strategic deterrent.
DO WE HAVE TO SEND ROGER AROUND TO EXPLAIN THIS?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 05:22:26 PM
Quote from: TALK TO ME ABOUT YOUR GENITALS on August 21, 2013, 05:21:15 PM
I like the part where you need an industry hygienist but YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE ONE. :argh!: :lol:
This isn't a bad corporation, but it is a LARGE corporation, and we firmly believe that the left tentacle should never know what the right tentacle is doing.
:lulz:
Also, my new way of describing the size of a person is Standard Nigel Units (SNUs). I, for example, am about 2.4 SNUs.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 05:24:27 PM
Also, my new way of describing the size of a person is Standard Nigel Units (SNUs). I, for example, am about 2.4 SNUs.
I enjoyed that as well. :lol:
I look forward to the ongoing reports regarding the adventures of TKN.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 21, 2013, 05:44:51 PM
I look forward to the ongoing reports regarding the adventures of TKN.
He starts Monday, once his drug test and background check clear. He'll be on the floor by Wednesday.
Well, in the office, anyway.
So, Mike has managed to set a new high in diplomacy. We're in a department meeting (5 mechanics, 3 electricians, representing a total of about 250 years of experience), to which he has elected to invite himself.
Roger: And the contractors will be doing the next ball mill start to finish.
Mike: Wait a minute. You guys are going to add the media, right? (NOTE: The media is a few dozen metric tons of ceramic balls. It's nasty, grueling work. Cut bag, dump bag, for about 12 hours).
Roger: No. The contractors have been hired by you to INSTALL THE MILL. That means THE WHOLE THING.
Mike: (in front of my guys): But that's not really skilled work. Your guys can do it.
At this point, the meeting descends into chaos, with all my guys making retard noises and waving their arms around. Mike becomes offended, and tells me they're insubordinate. I tell him he's an asshole. He leaves and tells Jim. Jim asks my guys. Nobody remembers a thing. Mike is now sitting in his office, screaming at anyone who tries to talk to him.
:hammer:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 05:23:11 PM
What *I* like is being treated as a strategic deterrent.
DO WE HAVE TO SEND ROGER AROUND TO EXPLAIN THIS?
THAT is what I aspire to be in a decade (if I still work here, *shudder*).
You know, I respect education. I really do.
But to assume that 30 year veterans of the trades are "stupid" or "unskilled" because they don't have a college degree is the sort of thing that causes people to sneer at "college boys".
Especially engineers. Especially engineers that don't know how to use a multimeter.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 07:04:40 PM
So, Mike has managed to set a new high in diplomacy. We're in a department meeting (5 mechanics, 3 electricians, representing a total of about 250 years of experience), to which he has elected to invite himself.
Roger: And the contractors will be doing the next ball mill start to finish.
Mike: Wait a minute. You guys are going to add the media, right? (NOTE: The media is a few dozen metric tons of ceramic balls. It's nasty, grueling work. Cut bag, dump bag, for about 12 hours).
Roger: No. The contractors have been hired by you to INSTALL THE MILL. That means THE WHOLE THING.
Mike: (in front of my guys): But that's not really skilled work. Your guys can do it.
At this point, the meeting descends into chaos, with all my guys making retard noises and waving their arms around. Mike becomes offended, and tells me they're insubordinate. I tell him he's an asshole. He leaves and tells Jim. Jim asks my guys. Nobody remembers a thing. Mike is now sitting in his office, screaming at anyone who tries to talk to him.
:hammer:
Isn't that what minimum wage temps are for?
Quote from: :regret: on August 21, 2013, 07:11:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 07:04:40 PM
So, Mike has managed to set a new high in diplomacy. We're in a department meeting (5 mechanics, 3 electricians, representing a total of about 250 years of experience), to which he has elected to invite himself.
Roger: And the contractors will be doing the next ball mill start to finish.
Mike: Wait a minute. You guys are going to add the media, right? (NOTE: The media is a few dozen metric tons of ceramic balls. It's nasty, grueling work. Cut bag, dump bag, for about 12 hours).
Roger: No. The contractors have been hired by you to INSTALL THE MILL. That means THE WHOLE THING.
Mike: (in front of my guys): But that's not really skilled work. Your guys can do it.
At this point, the meeting descends into chaos, with all my guys making retard noises and waving their arms around. Mike becomes offended, and tells me they're insubordinate. I tell him he's an asshole. He leaves and tells Jim. Jim asks my guys. Nobody remembers a thing. Mike is now sitting in his office, screaming at anyone who tries to talk to him.
:hammer:
Isn't that what minimum wage temps are for?
Who cares? My guys aren't doing it. The contractor is responsible for getting it done.
And it totally wasn't the point. The point was, he just stood there and told all my guys that they are unskilled. To their faces.
I'm amazed you don't have a higher rate of massive strokes at your company.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 07:04:40 PM
So, Mike has managed to set a new high in diplomacy. We're in a department meeting (5 mechanics, 3 electricians, representing a total of about 250 years of experience), to which he has elected to invite himself.
Roger: And the contractors will be doing the next ball mill start to finish.
Mike: Wait a minute. You guys are going to add the media, right? (NOTE: The media is a few dozen metric tons of ceramic balls. It's nasty, grueling work. Cut bag, dump bag, for about 12 hours).
Roger: No. The contractors have been hired by you to INSTALL THE MILL. That means THE WHOLE THING.
Mike: (in front of my guys): But that's not really skilled work. Your guys can do it.
At this point, the meeting descends into chaos, with all my guys making retard noises and waving their arms around. Mike becomes offended, and tells me they're insubordinate. I tell him he's an asshole. He leaves and tells Jim. Jim asks my guys. Nobody remembers a thing. Mike is now sitting in his office, screaming at anyone who tries to talk to him.
:hammer:
Oh my god. :lulz: He's an IDIOT.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 07:13:56 PM
Quote from: :regret: on August 21, 2013, 07:11:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 07:04:40 PM
So, Mike has managed to set a new high in diplomacy. We're in a department meeting (5 mechanics, 3 electricians, representing a total of about 250 years of experience), to which he has elected to invite himself.
Roger: And the contractors will be doing the next ball mill start to finish.
Mike: Wait a minute. You guys are going to add the media, right? (NOTE: The media is a few dozen metric tons of ceramic balls. It's nasty, grueling work. Cut bag, dump bag, for about 12 hours).
Roger: No. The contractors have been hired by you to INSTALL THE MILL. That means THE WHOLE THING.
Mike: (in front of my guys): But that's not really skilled work. Your guys can do it.
At this point, the meeting descends into chaos, with all my guys making retard noises and waving their arms around. Mike becomes offended, and tells me they're insubordinate. I tell him he's an asshole. He leaves and tells Jim. Jim asks my guys. Nobody remembers a thing. Mike is now sitting in his office, screaming at anyone who tries to talk to him.
:hammer:
Isn't that what minimum wage temps are for?
Who cares? My guys aren't doing it. The contractor is responsible for getting it done.
And it totally wasn't the point. The point was, he just stood there and told all my guys that they are unskilled. To their faces.
I got that, I merely wished to add that he also implied they were about as badly paid as temps making him stupid on several levels.
New ball mill motor vibration analysis indicates that the failure frequencies on the gearbox bearings have tripled in 12 hours...And that the drive side motor bearing has also failed.
This means that the motor and the gearbox are not properly aligned. I told Mike. Mike has elected to disregard data and acquire money, because he can't hear a problem with his ears. Mill not shut down. Failure imminent, catastrophic failure possible1.
I have moved all personnel away from the mill. Mike will either shut it down or he won't.
Who cares? NOT THIS KID.
1 "Catastrophic failure" of a ball mill means the steel rotating cylinder (8 feet by 10 feet) full of media (approximately 43,000 Kg) comes off of its supports, hits the ground rolling, and wanders off looking to make friends. This is generally less pleasant than I make it sound.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 21, 2013, 07:16:45 PM
I'm amazed you don't have a higher rate of massive strokes at your company.
My boss is practicing.
QuoteMike: (in front of my guys): But that's not really skilled work. Your guys can do it.
At this point, the meeting descends into chaos, with all my guys making retard noises and waving their arms around. Mike becomes offended, and tells me they're insubordinate. I tell him he's an asshole. He leaves and tells Jim. Jim asks my guys. Nobody remembers a thing. Mike is now sitting in his office, screaming at anyone who tries to talk to him.
That's classic.
I'll sling a couple of my recent idiot incidents at this place up. Curly, Larry and Moe are truly becoming their namesakes. I'm probably going to quit the day I get them to start slapping each other while making whooping noises because it'll never get better than that.
Background - I've been at this place for about a couple of months now, Part of my terms of employment were that the stooges were kept away from anything I'm involved in. The paperwork here is a fucking mess so as always, I took the liberty of re-writing the disciplinary policy to a much more useful form. I encourage anyone to do this if you get or can create the opportunity. Needless to say, there is a degree of animosity between us. As always those actually grafting are pretty good guys.
Curly Needs Notice.A couple of weeks ago, Curly had to pick up an unusually large skip from quite a distance away. Due to the various constraints on site, the size of the thing and the distance it was determined that Curly must set forth at 3AM to accomplish this task. Curly is in a tracked Vehicle. Curly understands that he must arrive no later than 9AM or he may as well have not left. This is approximately 3 weeks before it must be done and is discussed periodically before the day.
Needless to say, he leaves around 5-ish, gets there for about 10:30 and is told to go forth and multiply. Taking pity (and wanting the client for other reasons) I smooth things over and most tasks are accomplished.
The next day, Curly is not pleased. Curly did not know. He did not get enough notice. He needed to know sooner. It is everyone's fault apart from him. Christ has nothing on the martyr I see before me. Curly decides to blame me in his tirade. I take mild offence at this.
J:Curly, do you recall being
with me when I got the call in the first place regarding this event?
C:Yes,but it's
J:Tell me how the fuck I am supposed to tell you about things before I know about them.
C:Need more notice
J:It would require
A FUCKING TIME MACHINE TO ACCOMPLISH THIS.
C:Loads of grief from the missus
J:I do not care for your problems. I have problems. I am looking at an incompetent problem. This is a verbal warning. Do not be late again.
C:Can't do that
J:Yes. I can. And I want to and can do more. You understand I now have to re-write this policy (Waved random pile of paper) to accommodate time machines. I have to fill out a form regarding your need for a time machine as the reason you were late for the client. Or I have to think of a better excuse. Either way the more I talk the more pissed off I'm getting and
you still haven't left yetC:But
J:OUT.
Curly leaves. I can't believe the level of bullshit I've now got to fix, even if most of the above is largely fabricated to allow for additional slack. I've never let loose at Curly before this point so I wasn't sure how he would react. I did not expect him to leave the office, proceed and meet Larry. Larry becomes the target of Curly's woes. Curly slaps Larry. Larry Punches Curly.
Both now have final written warnings.
I don't know whether to love this place or run screaming.
That is the DREAM JOB. Why would you EVER leave?
Quote from: :regret: on August 21, 2013, 07:20:09 PM
I got that, I merely wished to add that he also implied they were about as badly paid as temps making him stupid on several levels.
Well, the guys know him well. Mike does not believe that life is multicellular until it has a degree. Below that, all persons are equal.
My boss has ordered the mill shut down. He is literally bouncing up and down in fury. :lulz:
When I say "literally", I don't mean "totally". I mean he is LITERALLY bouncing up and down in fury.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:21:17 PM
Quote from: :regret: on August 21, 2013, 07:20:09 PM
I got that, I merely wished to add that he also implied they were about as badly paid as temps making him stupid on several levels.
Well, the guys know him well. Mike does not believe that life is multicellular until it has a degree. Below that, all persons are equal.
It occurs to me that the reason he believes this way is that the degree is all he has.
Therefore it must be the most important thing in the entire world.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:33:59 PM
My boss has ordered the mill shut down. He is literally bouncing up and down in fury. :lulz:
When I say "literally", I don't mean "totally". I mean he is LITERALLY bouncing up and down in fury.
:lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:33:59 PM
My boss has ordered the mill shut down. He is literally bouncing up and down in fury. :lulz:
When I say "literally", I don't mean "totally". I mean he is LITERALLY bouncing up and down in fury.
Yay everyone not dying right now?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 21, 2013, 08:39:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:33:59 PM
My boss has ordered the mill shut down. He is literally bouncing up and down in fury. :lulz:
When I say "literally", I don't mean "totally". I mean he is LITERALLY bouncing up and down in fury.
:lol:
I am surrounded by doomed bastards.
Life is good.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on August 21, 2013, 08:39:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:33:59 PM
My boss has ordered the mill shut down. He is literally bouncing up and down in fury. :lulz:
When I say "literally", I don't mean "totally". I mean he is LITERALLY bouncing up and down in fury.
Yay everyone not dying right now?
I had cleared the area.
Eventually, my boss asked why.
Mike is now in his office. I imagine Mike is explaining that this is all my fault, as I had, you know, taken and analyzed the vibration data.
At least that's what Mike told ME, just before Jim channeled THE HAND OF GOD and dragged Mike into his office.
The way you tell it, it really is pretty goddamned funny.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:19:54 PM
That is the DREAM JOB. Why would you EVER leave?
I strongly suspect the owner is Bipolar or whatever the current acceptable term is. In the past week he has burst into tears multiple time over incredibly minor issues. Such as him parking his car at a slight angle. I'm talking 3 year old dropped his Ice-cream tears.
There's also the problem of this place losing cash hand over fist by suiciding 3 jobs (Taking work to win client/spite other business). This is better than when I started. There were 6 jobs like that. The place literally lacks multiple competent required people and discussing hiring/firing results in tears. As a result I've assumed a defacto HR role. I didn't really want that.
Ah well. Pays. Will do Moe next.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 21, 2013, 08:43:33 PM
The way you tell it, it really is pretty goddamned funny.
Well, that's the bit you have to remember.
Doktor Howl's 1st Law: Everything is funny when it happens to someone else.
Doktor Howl's 2nd Law: It's still funny when it happens to you.
In this case, there is a cyclone of ego-fueled butthurt. Mike is willing to destroy equipment, to impugn the integrity of everyone else, potentially endanger dozens of lives, and even to
break federal finance law to avoid admitting he made a mistake.
How is that shit NOT funny?
Well, when you put it that way... :lulz:
If there's ever a "Take Someone from the Internet to Work With You" day, I wanna go to work with you, Roger, just to watch.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:38:22 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:21:17 PM
Quote from: :regret: on August 21, 2013, 07:20:09 PM
I got that, I merely wished to add that he also implied they were about as badly paid as temps making him stupid on several levels.
Well, the guys know him well. Mike does not believe that life is multicellular until it has a degree. Below that, all persons are equal.
It occurs to me that the reason he believes this way is that the degree is all he has.
Therefore it must be the most important thing in the entire world.
That sounds like typical human reasoning.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 08:56:38 PM
If there's ever a "Take Someone from the Internet to Work With You" day, I wanna go to work with you, Roger, just to watch.
Careful what you wish for. I mean, this is Tucson, right? The normal rules don't apply. Stupidity has reached
toxic levels. I'd be worried if I wasn't already dead.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:10:29 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 08:56:38 PM
If there's ever a "Take Someone from the Internet to Work With You" day, I wanna go to work with you, Roger, just to watch.
Careful what you wish for. I mean, this is Tucson, right? The normal rules don't apply. Stupidity has reached toxic levels. I'd be worried if I wasn't already dead.
This is why I stick to simple jobs. The levels of stupidity are still high but I am less likely to be maimed because of anyone else's incompetence.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:27:07 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:10:29 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 08:56:38 PM
If there's ever a "Take Someone from the Internet to Work With You" day, I wanna go to work with you, Roger, just to watch.
Careful what you wish for. I mean, this is Tucson, right? The normal rules don't apply. Stupidity has reached toxic levels. I'd be worried if I wasn't already dead.
This is why I stick to simple jobs. The levels of stupidity are still high but I am less likely to be maimed because of anyone else's incompetence.
But I need that threat. It's what makes me feel ALIVE. Which is a huge thing, when you're dead.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:27:51 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:27:07 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:10:29 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 08:56:38 PM
If there's ever a "Take Someone from the Internet to Work With You" day, I wanna go to work with you, Roger, just to watch.
Careful what you wish for. I mean, this is Tucson, right? The normal rules don't apply. Stupidity has reached toxic levels. I'd be worried if I wasn't already dead.
This is why I stick to simple jobs. The levels of stupidity are still high but I am less likely to be maimed because of anyone else's incompetence.
But I need that threat. It's what makes me feel ALIVE. Which is a huge thing, when you're dead.
If that's what floats your boat and strums your banjo, then by all means. I think, for me, it would get monotonous after awhile. But I'd be interested in spending a day where you work just to see these people in action.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:30:51 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:27:51 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:27:07 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:10:29 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 08:56:38 PM
If there's ever a "Take Someone from the Internet to Work With You" day, I wanna go to work with you, Roger, just to watch.
Careful what you wish for. I mean, this is Tucson, right? The normal rules don't apply. Stupidity has reached toxic levels. I'd be worried if I wasn't already dead.
This is why I stick to simple jobs. The levels of stupidity are still high but I am less likely to be maimed because of anyone else's incompetence.
But I need that threat. It's what makes me feel ALIVE. Which is a huge thing, when you're dead.
If that's what floats your boat and strums your banjo, then by all means. I think, for me, it would get monotonous after awhile. But I'd be interested in spending a day where you work just to see these people in action.
ANNNNNNNNNNNND THE OLD 8 FOOT BALL MILL JUST SHAT TOO.
GO TUCSON! GO TUCSON!
\
:hammer:
Damn. That place is like Tales from the Crypt meets the Twilight Zone meets Office Space.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:42:04 PM
Damn. That place is like Tales from the Crypt meets the Twilight Zone meets Office Space.
It's awesome, really. I wouldn't work anywhere else.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:44:43 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:42:04 PM
Damn. That place is like Tales from the Crypt meets the Twilight Zone meets Office Space.
It's awesome, really. I wouldn't work anywhere else.
You say that because there's no where else TO work. Everywhere you'd go would be the same place with a different logo and different names for the morons.
Moe!
In
"The Client Pays For That"
Moe is around 5ft of incompetence. He carries a disposition of eager helpfulness to anyone deemed a friend. His help seems to largely result in harm, cost or a combination of the two. His enemies are treated to terrible eyeball to the torso. "Impotent" would be a fairly quick characterisation.
As mentioned, work is primarily being done for a song. This results in me squeezing any extra cash I can out of the client for the pettiest of things because the other option is "Make even less money". I'm told economists say this is not a sustainable business model. I have had to communicate the Holy Word of this upon starting and I made it very, very clear.
(Everyone got an a4 laminated sheet with the following)
Front side - Size 72 - Training.
Back - 48 -"I don't know. I think there will be extra costs for that. I'll call (Junkie)"
And the Holy Word was relayed that this must be the mantra spoken whenever a client asks you to do anything beyond your current job. Anything. ANYTHING. Unless it's stopping you get killed, you speak the gospel.
Time passes. Calls are made. Daywork sheets are signed. Life is good. Then Moe lost his training manual.
I greet Moe on a miserable morning loading shitty bits of plate onto a wagon. This is curious behaviour. I enquire further.
M:Road plates for Client
J:What?
M:He wanted road plates
J:So...
M:So we got these
J:What?
M:Road plates
J:No.
During the above exchange a glance determines that placing these things on a road will do far more damage to the road than protection. They are, in a word, Fucked. Highly unsuitable for a restrictive site.
M:Needs em for a crane
J:So ring me. We agree costs and I sort it or hire something. This will not work.
M:He's a mate it's a favour
J:You fuck your friends over when they ask for help? Are you evil or just fucking stupid?
M:it'll work
J:No. It will not. Stop this now. I will sort this out. Go and study your training manual for an hour tonight and write me 500 words on what it means to you.
M:Lost it
J:Borrow someone else's. This is a verbal warning for losing your training manual before you absorbed its wisdom. Failure to produce at least a couple of sentences will result in a written warning.
I later observe Curly mocking Moe on having to do homework. Curly pats Moe on the head. Moe head-butts Curly. I saw nothing further as I doubled over in laughter.
Moe managed to produce "If we dont bill (Client) we dont get paid"
I gave him a C, and silently congratulated him on avoiding the written warning. Moe is clearly the leader of the group of cretins here and I must treat him with care.
I should note, out of about 50/70 guys, there's only really 5/6 dickheads. I consider these actions morale building as they seem to be widely known for fuckups of all kinds.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:10:19 PM
New ball mill motor vibration analysis indicates that the failure frequencies on the gearbox bearings have tripled in 12 hours...And that the drive side motor bearing has also failed.
This means that the motor and the gearbox are not properly aligned. I told Mike. Mike has elected to disregard data and acquire money, because he can't hear a problem with his ears. Mill not shut down. Failure imminent, catastrophic failure possible1.
I have moved all personnel away from the mill. Mike will either shut it down or he won't.
Who cares? NOT THIS KID.
1 "Catastrophic failure" of a ball mill means the steel rotating cylinder (8 feet by 10 feet) full of media (approximately 43,000 Kg) comes off of its supports, hits the ground rolling, and wanders off looking to make friends. This is generally less pleasant than I make it sound.
:eek:
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:59:29 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:44:43 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:42:04 PM
Damn. That place is like Tales from the Crypt meets the Twilight Zone meets Office Space.
It's awesome, really. I wouldn't work anywhere else.
You say that because there's no where else TO work. Everywhere you'd go would be the same place with a different logo and different names for the morons.
I fail to see, from a functional point of view, how that makes any difference, though.
Outlook isn't working on my computer.
I called IT.
IT told me to send an email so I'd get put in queue.
I told them I can't, because my email doesn't work.
They told me that this is the new policy, and politely hung up on me.
Not shitting you. This day actually happened.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 10:47:59 PM
Outlook isn't working on my computer.
I called IT.
IT told me to send an email so I'd get put in queue.
I told them I can't, because my email doesn't work.
They told me that this is the new policy, and politely hung up on me.
Not shitting you. This day actually happened.
:lulz: Wow.
It's like Catch-22 on bath salts. :lol:
MIKE IS NOW SAYING THAT VIBRATION ANALYSIS IS NOT A THING.
:lulz:
TGRR,
GOING HOME NOW. IF THE EARTH DOESN'T SPLIT OPEN AND EAT MY CAR.
I want to work at Junky's place. TGRR's Sapphire Death Factory is too metal for my tastes.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on August 22, 2013, 12:39:41 AM
I want to work at Junky's place. TGRR's Sapphire Death Factory is too metal for my tastes.
:lulz:
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
This thread made my morning. Thanks TGRR!!
Quote from: FOCUS GROUP RAGEMONKEY OF HATE HATE HATE on August 21, 2013, 11:00:30 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 10:47:59 PM
Outlook isn't working on my computer.
I called IT.
IT told me to send an email so I'd get put in queue.
I told them I can't, because my email doesn't work.
They told me that this is the new policy, and politely hung up on me.
Not shitting you. This day actually happened.
:lulz: Wow.
This sounds like it could take a while to get fixed.
Combine filling your time with contacting IT.
Make many disposable emailaddresses and use these to send the mail about fixing your outlook. Send it 3 words at a time.
Hideous saga continues:
Mike has now decided that the mill has had a week to heal, so we're going to try again. Because if you REALLY REALLY want the universe to do stuff, it will happen.
Quote from the contractor's engineer: "Is everyone here on crack?"
:lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 26, 2013, 08:20:04 PM
Hideous saga continues:
Mike has now decided that the mill has had a week to heal, so we're going to try again. Because if you REALLY REALLY want the universe to do stuff, it will happen.
Quote from the contractor's engineer: "Is everyone here on crack?"
:lulz:
By "heal" he means "no repairs have been made and he's hoping that inanimate objects will just fix themselves like a wounded animal" I assume?
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on August 26, 2013, 08:28:15 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 26, 2013, 08:20:04 PM
Hideous saga continues:
Mike has now decided that the mill has had a week to heal, so we're going to try again. Because if you REALLY REALLY want the universe to do stuff, it will happen.
Quote from the contractor's engineer: "Is everyone here on crack?"
:lulz:
By "heal" he means "no repairs have been made and he's hoping that inanimate objects will just fix themselves like a wounded animal" I assume?
Yes.
But he REALLY WANTS IT, and he's an AMERICAN, Goddammit.
Final word: mill rolls Thursday.
:lulz::hammer::lulz:
TGRR,
Schadenfreude, how do I love thee?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 26, 2013, 08:20:04 PM
Hideous saga continues:
Mike has now decided that the mill has had a week to heal, so we're going to try again. Because if you REALLY REALLY want the universe to do stuff, it will happen.
Quote from the contractor's engineer: "Is everyone here on crack?"
:lulz:
WHAT THE FUCK. :horrormirth:
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 27, 2013, 12:34:06 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 26, 2013, 08:20:04 PM
Hideous saga continues:
Mike has now decided that the mill has had a week to heal, so we're going to try again. Because if you REALLY REALLY want the universe to do stuff, it will happen.
Quote from the contractor's engineer: "Is everyone here on crack?"
:lulz:
WHAT THE FUCK. :horrormirth:
It's like I'm taking crazy pills. :whack:
I want to be the janitor in Roger's plant.
Quote from: Reverend What's His Bear on August 27, 2013, 01:04:20 AM
I want to be the janitor in Roger's plant.
No, actually, you don't. Because the janitor has to clean my office bathroom.
I'd describe what that means, but I lack the necessary knowledge of Voodoo to really explain it.
:eek:
Holy crap it's like your workplace is populated with people from my workplace. Glad my co-workers aren't around heavy machinery.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on August 27, 2013, 02:35:24 AM
:eek:
Holy crap it's like your workplace is populated with people from my workplace. Glad my co-workers aren't around heavy machinery.
The whole world is populated with people from your workplace.
Chew on that one for a while.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2013, 02:38:02 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on August 27, 2013, 02:35:24 AM
:eek:
Holy crap it's like your workplace is populated with people from my workplace. Glad my co-workers aren't around heavy machinery.
The whole world is populated with people from your workplace.
Chew on that one for a while.
:horrormirth:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2013, 02:38:02 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on August 27, 2013, 02:35:24 AM
:eek:
Holy crap it's like your workplace is populated with people from my workplace. Glad my co-workers aren't around heavy machinery.
The whole world is populated with people from your workplace.
Chew on that one for a while.
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
:horror:
TWO DAYS TIL THE HILARITY BEGINS!
Words cannot really express how much I love working in an industry where the words "catastrophic failure" are not in any sense hyperbole.
:hammer:
Don't you fuckers wish you were me?
Also, TKN seems to have the most annoying personality I've ever seen, even in a young neckbeard. He may be genuinely insane. I'm sending him to work for Mike for the rest of the week.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2013, 09:53:35 PM
TWO DAYS TIL THE HILARITY BEGINS!
Words cannot really express how much I love working in an industry where the words "catastrophic failure" are not in any sense hyperbole.
:hammer:
Don't you fuckers wish you were me?
Also, TKN seems to have the most annoying personality I've ever seen, even in a young neckbeard. He may be genuinely insane. I'm sending him to work for Mike for the rest of the week.
Oh shit, no way. :lulz:
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 27, 2013, 10:14:47 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2013, 09:53:35 PM
TWO DAYS TIL THE HILARITY BEGINS!
Words cannot really express how much I love working in an industry where the words "catastrophic failure" are not in any sense hyperbole.
:hammer:
Don't you fuckers wish you were me?
Also, TKN seems to have the most annoying personality I've ever seen, even in a young neckbeard. He may be genuinely insane. I'm sending him to work for Mike for the rest of the week.
Oh shit, no way. :lulz:
Further evaluation: NOT insane. Just NO SOCIAL SKILLS AT ALL.
It's fucking UNCANNY.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2013, 10:20:32 PM
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 27, 2013, 10:14:47 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2013, 09:53:35 PM
TWO DAYS TIL THE HILARITY BEGINS!
Words cannot really express how much I love working in an industry where the words "catastrophic failure" are not in any sense hyperbole.
:hammer:
Don't you fuckers wish you were me?
Also, TKN seems to have the most annoying personality I've ever seen, even in a young neckbeard. He may be genuinely insane. I'm sending him to work for Mike for the rest of the week.
Oh shit, no way. :lulz:
Further evaluation: NOT insane. Just NO SOCIAL SKILLS AT ALL.
It's fucking UNCANNY.
Those are the best kind of neckbeard!
Granted, a neckbeard gave me completely valid romantic advice the other night. Out of the blue. It was quite surprising.
Tried to rack in the office building's power this morning.
Bits of the 13,800/208 VAC transformer landed on the roof.
Going to meeting now, BRB, lol.
AUDIT TIME.
Someone order me one of those new buttholes like ECH has?
Hold on. This thing blew up just before an audit?
:omg:
Or is it that every time something blows up, it triggers an audit?
:jumper:
That's gonna be one very cranky auditor.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 28, 2013, 07:08:13 PM
That's gonna be one very cranky auditor.
He called me a name before he left.
I don't understand it. I answered all of his questions, and showed him all of the documentation.
:lol:
Whole damn place is coming unglued. The big chains are snapping, one by one, and Tucson is drifting further out into space. "911 OPERATOR, IS THE NATURE OF YOUR EMERGENCY POLICE, FIRE, MEDICAL, OR PHYSICS?" The albino coyote has been seen as far West as Benson. Signs and portents.
And I have to put up with an auditor asking me stupid shit about "redundant metrics".
SO I ANSWERED HIM. AND I GAVE HIM ALL THE DOCUMENTATION. AT ONCE.
I am beginning to believe that my plant is a "chaos sink", and that it exists so that YOUR shit doesn't explode.
LOOK GRATEFUL.
MIKE JUST ASKED IF I HAD ANY COMMENTS CONCERNING THE PROJECT...
My face came right off. Sheer Holiness™ flowed forth.
I was thrown out of the meeting. Not unlike John Smith being pitched out of Jackson Country, Missouri.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 28, 2013, 07:49:23 PM
MIKE JUST ASKED IF I HAD ANY COMMENTS CONCERNING THE PROJECT...
My face came right off. Sheer Holiness™ flowed forth.
I was thrown out of the meeting. Not unlike John Smith being pitched out of Jackson Country, Missouri.
I need to install a video camera in the conference room.
QuoteSO I ANSWERED HIM. AND I GAVE HIM ALL THE DOCUMENTATION. AT ONCE.
This is the correct manner in dealing with any and all auditors on anything, ever.
The last one I dealt with, I refused to speak beyond yes, no, and handing stacks of paper. Occasionally pointing at something or a title.
The fool even gave me an on the spot, validated and
irrefutable result so I could tell him to GET OUT.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 28, 2013, 08:00:45 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 28, 2013, 07:49:23 PM
MIKE JUST ASKED IF I HAD ANY COMMENTS CONCERNING THE PROJECT...
My face came right off. Sheer Holiness™ flowed forth.
I was thrown out of the meeting. Not unlike John Smith being pitched out of Jackson Country, Missouri.
I need to install a video camera in the conference room.
That would be nice.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 28, 2013, 08:21:16 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 28, 2013, 08:00:45 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 28, 2013, 07:49:23 PM
MIKE JUST ASKED IF I HAD ANY COMMENTS CONCERNING THE PROJECT...
My face came right off. Sheer Holiness™ flowed forth.
I was thrown out of the meeting. Not unlike John Smith being pitched out of Jackson Country, Missouri.
I need to install a video camera in the conference room.
That would be nice.
That would be PAY-PER-VIEW.
MAKE MILLIONS.
5%, thanks.
Coming to realize that Tucson is actually sort of the multiverse's junkheap. It's full of stuff that's just a little out of phase with the rest of you bastards. Things that look nonsensical to the outsider, because it wasn't from that person's universe in the first fucking place. I mean, NOTHING HERE WORKS. How does this city even function? It's just failure after failure after failure. It's like Lucy pulling the football out from in front of Charley Brown EVERY TIME HE TRIES TO KICK IT.
And the WAYS in which things fail are utterly non-believable. It's some horrible troll from a young and malicious deity. And we bite EVERY TIME, because WE CAN'T STOP OURSELVES from thinking that MAYBE, THIS TIME, Lucy will let us kick the football.
Thing is, the fucking football is broken, too. And Lucy is a meth addict.
Wow. :horrormirth:
Mill bearings failed, though the mill didn't break loose.
There's another $67,500. And that's the least costly fuck up so far.
It's a good thing corporations aren't stupid and wasteful, like the gubmint.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 06:47:27 PM
Mill bearings failed, though the mill didn't break loose.
There's another $67,500. And that's the least costly fuck up so far.
It's a good thing corporations aren't stupid and wasteful, like the gubmint.
Ouch. What's the full bill currently at? And why is someone not getting sacked for this?
Speaking of the government, I have been considering for the last few weeks that the reason things keep being horrible, to nobody's gain, is that we're in the habit, now. We have forgotten how to be anything else.
And everything that happens confirms our beliefs, rather than inspiring rage.
Quote from: Junkenstein on August 29, 2013, 06:49:58 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 06:47:27 PM
Mill bearings failed, though the mill didn't break loose.
There's another $67,500. And that's the least costly fuck up so far.
It's a good thing corporations aren't stupid and wasteful, like the gubmint.
Ouch. What's the full bill currently at? And why is someone not getting sacked for this?
About $450K over budget.
And nobody's gotten fired because because.
Holy hell.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 28, 2013, 08:25:42 PM
Coming to realize that Tucson is actually sort of the multiverse's junkheap. It's full of stuff that's just a little out of phase with the rest of you bastards. Things that look nonsensical to the outsider, because it wasn't from that person's universe in the first fucking place. I mean, NOTHING HERE WORKS. How does this city even function? It's just failure after failure after failure. It's like Lucy pulling the football out from in front of Charley Brown EVERY TIME HE TRIES TO KICK IT.
And the WAYS in which things fail are utterly non-believable. It's some horrible troll from a young and malicious deity. And we bite EVERY TIME, because WE CAN'T STOP OURSELVES from thinking that MAYBE, THIS TIME, Lucy will let us kick the football.
Thing is, the fucking football is broken, too. And Lucy is a meth addict.
And this is why you can't escape. When you leave, you THINK you went back to where you came from, but you didn't. You went instead to some place that LOOKS like where you came from, but it's not quite RIGHT. And eventually, that out of phase universe rejects you, and you slide all the way back to Tucson, where the body bags come pre-stuffed and every day is like Christmas.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 06:47:27 PM
Mill bearings failed, though the mill didn't break loose.
There's another $67,500. And that's the least costly fuck up so far.
It's a good thing corporations aren't stupid and wasteful, like the gubmint.
WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING? OH WAIT.
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 29, 2013, 07:04:22 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 06:47:27 PM
Mill bearings failed, though the mill didn't break loose.
There's another $67,500. And that's the least costly fuck up so far.
It's a good thing corporations aren't stupid and wasteful, like the gubmint.
WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING? OH WAIT.
Yes, everyone is mad at me.
Cause and effect? NEVER FUCKING HEARD OF IT.
It's uncanny. It's one madman after another. It's like I live in a factory for crazy.
All I wanted to do was fix shit. I just want things to work right. There's a feeling of satisfaction that comes with a completed project and...HAW HAW TUCSON.
LIKE GANDALF, YOUR APPROACH IS A PORTENT OF BAD THINGS TO COME.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on August 29, 2013, 07:09:31 PM
LIKE GANDALF, YOUR APPROACH IS A PORTENT OF BAD THINGS TO COME.
See reply #92. I am in the wrong universe.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 07:04:54 PM
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 29, 2013, 07:04:22 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 06:47:27 PM
Mill bearings failed, though the mill didn't break loose.
There's another $67,500. And that's the least costly fuck up so far.
It's a good thing corporations aren't stupid and wasteful, like the gubmint.
WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING? OH WAIT.
Yes, everyone is mad at me.
Cause and effect? NEVER FUCKING HEARD OF IT.
They're mad at YOU. :horrormirth:
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 29, 2013, 07:21:45 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 07:04:54 PM
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 29, 2013, 07:04:22 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 06:47:27 PM
Mill bearings failed, though the mill didn't break loose.
There's another $67,500. And that's the least costly fuck up so far.
It's a good thing corporations aren't stupid and wasteful, like the gubmint.
WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING? OH WAIT.
Yes, everyone is mad at me.
Cause and effect? NEVER FUCKING HEARD OF IT.
They're mad at YOU. :horrormirth:
I said it. It happened.
Booga booga.
Maybe I could do like Justin Timberlake does. You know, cart around a large contingent of Black people to sing about how "real" I am, before I say anything. Maybe then they'd listen.
CULTURAL APPROPRIATION.
Atcually, I think you should Be Like Miley, and have big-assed black women follow you around, twerking on anything they can get their butts on.
Maybe if you twerked on all of them while you gave them important information it would help. Maybe Roger twerking is all they really need/want.
Quote from: Alty on August 29, 2013, 08:06:09 PM
Maybe if you twerked on all of them while you gave them important information it would help. Maybe Roger twerking is all they really need/want.
Isn't that all anyone wants?
True story: About two years ago, our city zoo decided it would be a good idea to plant oleanders next to the giraffes.
Whoops.
Send to Africa for more giraffes.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 29, 2013, 07:56:44 PM
CULTURAL APPROPRIATION.
Atcually, I think you should Be Like Miley, and have big-assed black women follow you around, twerking on anything they can get their butts on.
Their butts would get burnt. Like when you eat a pizza slice that's too hot.
Poor ladies. :sad:
AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE ISN'T A CULTURE.
I CAN'T STAND THIS SHIT
This place makes me feel like I've been taking crazy pills.
It makes NO SENSE.
It isn't just that I'm tired. It isn't just that my job is a never-ending cascade of shit with used condoms and punctured blow up dolls and other horrible "floaties" mixed in. It isn't any of that shit. It's not me being worn down. It's THIS FUCKING PLACE. It's all BAD and WRONG and PHYSICS DOESN'T ALWAYS QUITE DO WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO DO. The whole Goddamn thing is coming apart at the seams and I'm stuck here in this SINKHOLE OF SHAME AND FAILURE, right at the Goddamn CENTER OF IT ALL.
More finger-pointing about the failed attempt to restart the mill?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 29, 2013, 08:36:32 PM
More finger-pointing about the failed attempt to restart the mill?
No. I have yelled at Mike until he has gone into what might be a terminal sulk. There will be no more talk from him. My boss has locked himself in his office and is playing
Carmina Burana really loud, and everyone else is laying low in the tall grass. If we had tall grass. If we had grass at all.
No, it's just that every once in a while, you WAKE UP ALL THE WAY and then you LOOK AROUND WITH YOUR EYES OPEN and you get MORE FUN THAN YOU REALLY WANTED.
This is your curse. You are the Cassandra of NOW.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 29, 2013, 08:46:35 PM
This is your curse. You are the Cassandra of NOW.
I shoulda got boobs, then. :tgrr:
You had 'em, but then you went on a diet.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 29, 2013, 08:47:27 PM
You had 'em, but then you went on a diet.
:crankey:
STOP MAKING SENSE. I WANT SOME FUCKING HOOTERS RIGHT NOW.
:crankey:
(http://2pat.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/owlets.jpg)
I know what state you live in, boy.
I AIN'T SKEERED.
We need an angry fat sheriff emote. :rogpipe:
(http://usr.audioasylum.com/images/0/4688/Boss_Hogg.jpg)
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 29, 2013, 08:53:38 PM
(http://usr.audioasylum.com/images/0/4688/Boss_Hogg.jpg)
That will do nicely.
In more interesting news, a heavy-set woman just rode past my building (on the street) on one of those adult-sized tricycles, from the Fiberglass joint down the road, and straight out into Kolb Road where she got mashed by a pick up truck.
Seriously.
Now, what the fuck was going through HER head?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 08:56:12 PM
In more interesting news, a heavy-set woman just rode past my building (on the street) on one of those adult-sized tricycles, from the Fiberglass joint down the road, and straight out into Kolb Road where she got mashed by a pick up truck.
Seriously.
Now, what the fuck was going through HER head?
I'M GETTIN' THE FUCK OUTTA TUSCON!
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on August 29, 2013, 09:22:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 08:56:12 PM
In more interesting news, a heavy-set woman just rode past my building (on the street) on one of those adult-sized tricycles, from the Fiberglass joint down the road, and straight out into Kolb Road where she got mashed by a pick up truck.
Seriously.
Now, what the fuck was going through HER head?
I'M GETTIN' THE FUCK OUTTA TUSCON!
I was sort of thinking the same thing. The road we're on continues past Kolb Road and into the desert, maybe 10 miles, for no apparent reason.
She was making a break for it. On a tricycle. Escape velocity or bust.
Still going on, sort of. The paramedics are all smoking cigarettes and wearing that face they have, so I guess she got away.
It's now raining a bit.
(We still have about a week of monsoon.)
http://www.kpho.com/story/23292100/tucson-woman-slightly-injured-in-javelin-attack
QuoteTucson woman slightly injured in javelin attack
Posted: Aug 29, 2013 1:26 PM MST
Updated: Aug 29, 2013 1:26 PM MST
TUCSON, Ariz. (AP) - A Tucson woman was treated at a hospital for lacerations after being attacked by some javelinas.
Authorities say the 64-year-old woman left her home at about 5:30 a.m. Wednesday to walk her small, leashed dog when she saw a javelina eating out of a tipped-over garbage can.
The woman fell when she tried to get away and she says as many as three javelinas then charged her.
Authorities say she suffered some cuts from the fall and unspecified lacerations from the boar-like animals, but managed to get back into her home.
The Arizona Daily Star says the unidentified woman was treated and released from a Tucson hospital.
I just want to know how it is that we don't run out of people.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 08:56:12 PM
That will do nicely.
In more interesting news, a heavy-set woman just rode past my building (on the street) on one of those adult-sized tricycles, from the Fiberglass joint down the road, and straight out into Kolb Road where she got mashed by a pick up truck.
Seriously.
Now, what the fuck was going through HER head?
GET ME OUT OF HERE
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 09:56:47 PM
http://www.kpho.com/story/23292100/tucson-woman-slightly-injured-in-javelin-attack
QuoteTucson woman slightly injured in javelin attack
Posted: Aug 29, 2013 1:26 PM MST
Updated: Aug 29, 2013 1:26 PM MST
TUCSON, Ariz. (AP) - A Tucson woman was treated at a hospital for lacerations after being attacked by some javelinas.
Authorities say the 64-year-old woman left her home at about 5:30 a.m. Wednesday to walk her small, leashed dog when she saw a javelina eating out of a tipped-over garbage can.
The woman fell when she tried to get away and she says as many as three javelinas then charged her.
Authorities say she suffered some cuts from the fall and unspecified lacerations from the boar-like animals, but managed to get back into her home.
The Arizona Daily Star says the unidentified woman was treated and released from a Tucson hospital.
I just want to know how it is that we don't run out of people.
Three of these charged her?
(http://media.turnofspeed.com/media/jalchemoor/1_jalchemoor12326.jpg)
Quote from: :regret: on August 30, 2013, 02:02:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 29, 2013, 09:56:47 PM
http://www.kpho.com/story/23292100/tucson-woman-slightly-injured-in-javelin-attack
QuoteTucson woman slightly injured in javelin attack
Posted: Aug 29, 2013 1:26 PM MST
Updated: Aug 29, 2013 1:26 PM MST
TUCSON, Ariz. (AP) - A Tucson woman was treated at a hospital for lacerations after being attacked by some javelinas.
Authorities say the 64-year-old woman left her home at about 5:30 a.m. Wednesday to walk her small, leashed dog when she saw a javelina eating out of a tipped-over garbage can.
The woman fell when she tried to get away and she says as many as three javelinas then charged her.
Authorities say she suffered some cuts from the fall and unspecified lacerations from the boar-like animals, but managed to get back into her home.
The Arizona Daily Star says the unidentified woman was treated and released from a Tucson hospital.
I just want to know how it is that we don't run out of people.
Three of these charged her?
(http://media.turnofspeed.com/media/jalchemoor/1_jalchemoor12326.jpg)
That's Tucson for you.
7 sacked today. 1 redundancy, 3 for various gross misconduct and 3 for stupidity. Today has been a very angry day.
And yet, the stooges walked away clean. I'm wavering between admiration and disgust.
Quote from: Junkenstein on August 30, 2013, 06:24:53 PM
7 sacked today. 1 redundancy, 3 for various gross misconduct and 3 for stupidity. Today has been a very angry day.
And yet, the stooges walked away clean. I'm wavering between admiration and disgust.
The longer I work at my job, the more certain I am that I must be incompetent. They seem to weed out all the good ones.
Mike is now telling the boss that the failure of the ball mill is my fault, on account of I didn't stop him from doing stupid shit, because I was ordered to not interfere.
My boss didn't buy it, and yelled a lot. Then he walked down the hallway yelling some more. His office door slammed shut. More yelling, the sound of a laptop hitting the wall.
Door opens back up, yelling at Mike to get into his office. Mike goes in, door slams. More yelling. Mike trying to shout his explanations over the yelling. Boss turns into Dennis Leary throwing a wobbler. Mike leaves office, gets into truck, drives away. Boss drags me into the office, yells a lot about Mike, then tells me Mike has been suspended for a few days.
When Jim stops for breath, I ask him if we'll be doing my plan now. No. Mike is project manager. I look at Jim funny, he starts yelling again, stomps across his ruined laptop, and out to his car, drives away.
Well, then.
I work in an insane asylum. Help me.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 30, 2013, 07:08:54 PM
Mike is now telling the boss that the failure of the ball mill is my fault, on account of I didn't stop him from doing stupid shit, because I was ordered to not interfere.
My boss didn't buy it, and yelled a lot. Then he walked down the hallway yelling some more. His office door slammed shut. More yelling, the sound of a laptop hitting the wall.
Door opens back up, yelling at Mike to get into his office. Mike goes in, door slams. More yelling. Mike trying to shout his explanations over the yelling. Boss turns into Dennis Leary throwing a wobbler. Mike leaves office, gets into truck, drives away. Boss drags me into the office, yells a lot about Mike, then tells me Mike has been suspended for a few days.
When Jim stops for breath, I ask him if we'll be doing my plan now. No. Mike is project manager. I look at Jim funny, he starts yelling again, stomps across his ruined laptop, and out to his car, drives away.
Well, then.
I work in an insane asylum. Help me.
:lulz:
The company's organizational matrix must be preserved! If you start doing things right just because they work better that way, what'll that say about the whole department whose job is to decide who gets to do what? You have to consider these things.
Quote from: V3X on August 30, 2013, 07:17:45 PM
:lulz:
The company's organizational matrix must be preserved! If you start doing things right just because they work better that way, what'll that say about the whole department whose job is to decide who gets to do what? You have to consider these things.
I don't understand why this plant hasn't imploded into a small, hyper-dense point of stupidity.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 30, 2013, 07:08:54 PM
Mike is now telling the boss that the failure of the ball mill is my fault, on account of I didn't stop him from doing stupid shit, because I was ordered to not interfere.
My boss didn't buy it, and yelled a lot. Then he walked down the hallway yelling some more. His office door slammed shut. More yelling, the sound of a laptop hitting the wall.
Door opens back up, yelling at Mike to get into his office. Mike goes in, door slams. More yelling. Mike trying to shout his explanations over the yelling. Boss turns into Dennis Leary throwing a wobbler. Mike leaves office, gets into truck, drives away. Boss drags me into the office, yells a lot about Mike, then tells me Mike has been suspended for a few days.
When Jim stops for breath, I ask him if we'll be doing my plan now. No. Mike is project manager. I look at Jim funny, he starts yelling again, stomps across his ruined laptop, and out to his car, drives away.
Well, then.
I work in an insane asylum. Help me.
I actually think he's right. If mike is imploding so badly right now everyone who touches his toxic mess could end up tied into it when the board or whoever your plant answer two. Jim obviously values you enough not get dragged down. In fact from the sounds of things letting mike keep going the way he's going means his remaining time could be very short.
Another fuck up could be expensive, but it could also be cheaper in the long run to let it happen and get rid of mike now.
Quote from: Faust on August 30, 2013, 07:55:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 30, 2013, 07:08:54 PM
Mike is now telling the boss that the failure of the ball mill is my fault, on account of I didn't stop him from doing stupid shit, because I was ordered to not interfere.
My boss didn't buy it, and yelled a lot. Then he walked down the hallway yelling some more. His office door slammed shut. More yelling, the sound of a laptop hitting the wall.
Door opens back up, yelling at Mike to get into his office. Mike goes in, door slams. More yelling. Mike trying to shout his explanations over the yelling. Boss turns into Dennis Leary throwing a wobbler. Mike leaves office, gets into truck, drives away. Boss drags me into the office, yells a lot about Mike, then tells me Mike has been suspended for a few days.
When Jim stops for breath, I ask him if we'll be doing my plan now. No. Mike is project manager. I look at Jim funny, he starts yelling again, stomps across his ruined laptop, and out to his car, drives away.
Well, then.
I work in an insane asylum. Help me.
I actually think he's right. If mike is imploding so badly right now everyone who touches his toxic mess could end up tied into it when the board or whoever your plant answer two. Jim obviously values you enough not get dragged down. In fact from the sounds of things letting mike keep going the way he's going means his remaining time could be very short.
Another fuck up could be expensive, but it could also be cheaper in the long run to let it happen and get rid of mike now.
Point. The $15 Mn kiln project kicks off in a couple of months.
As it stands, I am predicting failure on a "who didn't put a fucking piece of grating over the death star heat vent" scale.
Quote from: Junkenstein on August 30, 2013, 06:24:53 PM
7 sacked today. 1 redundancy, 3 for various gross misconduct and 3 for stupidity. Today has been a very angry day.
And yet, the stooges walked away clean. I'm wavering between admiration and disgust.
How. How, I ask, does the guy who gave the orders, in spite of cautions against doing so,
not get fired?
So I gave Tiny Killer Neckbeard a week's worth of programming tasks, this morning. Somewhat useful stuff, but mostly a way to keep the little bastard from getting bored, since he already completed the first month's worth of shit in a couple of days.
He finished the tasks in about 7 hours, fully documented and archived. And the shit works. And it's tight, elegant stuff.
Then he figures out that electrical drawings are basically ladder logic, and troubleshoots a gremlin we've had running around in Tunnel Kiln number one since about 2009.
He scares me. I shall call an exorcist.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:25:36 AM
So I gave Tiny Killer Neckbeard a week's worth of programming tasks, this morning. Somewhat useful stuff, but mostly a way to keep the little bastard from getting bored, since he already completed the first month's worth of shit in a couple of days.
He finished the tasks in about 7 hours, fully documented and archived. And the shit works. And it's tight, elegant stuff.
Then he figures out that electrical drawings are basically ladder logic, and troubleshoots a gremlin we've had running around in Tunnel Kiln number one since about 2009.
He scares me. I shall call an exorcist.
:lulz: I knew I liked that boy from the moment you told me about him. NOBODY walks dying distance in Tucson for a job interview.
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 31, 2013, 05:40:11 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:25:36 AM
So I gave Tiny Killer Neckbeard a week's worth of programming tasks, this morning. Somewhat useful stuff, but mostly a way to keep the little bastard from getting bored, since he already completed the first month's worth of shit in a couple of days.
He finished the tasks in about 7 hours, fully documented and archived. And the shit works. And it's tight, elegant stuff.
Then he figures out that electrical drawings are basically ladder logic, and troubleshoots a gremlin we've had running around in Tunnel Kiln number one since about 2009.
He scares me. I shall call an exorcist.
:lulz: I knew I liked that boy from the moment you told me about him. NOBODY walks dying distance in Tucson for a job interview.
This is why I think he's a robot of some sort. A boneless robot that flops in his chair like Stephen Hawking and fixes everything.
It's not right. Something is up. Tucson doesn't send you people like this unless there's some horrible underlying motive.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:47:36 AM
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 31, 2013, 05:40:11 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:25:36 AM
So I gave Tiny Killer Neckbeard a week's worth of programming tasks, this morning. Somewhat useful stuff, but mostly a way to keep the little bastard from getting bored, since he already completed the first month's worth of shit in a couple of days.
He finished the tasks in about 7 hours, fully documented and archived. And the shit works. And it's tight, elegant stuff.
Then he figures out that electrical drawings are basically ladder logic, and troubleshoots a gremlin we've had running around in Tunnel Kiln number one since about 2009.
He scares me. I shall call an exorcist.
:lulz: I knew I liked that boy from the moment you told me about him. NOBODY walks dying distance in Tucson for a job interview.
This is why I think he's a robot of some sort. A boneless robot that flops in his chair like Stephen Hawking and fixes everything.
It's not right. Something is up. Tucson doesn't send you people like this unless there's some horrible underlying motive.
Or he was a very very very bad person.
Quote from: Reverend What's His Bear on August 31, 2013, 05:51:59 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:47:36 AM
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 31, 2013, 05:40:11 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:25:36 AM
So I gave Tiny Killer Neckbeard a week's worth of programming tasks, this morning. Somewhat useful stuff, but mostly a way to keep the little bastard from getting bored, since he already completed the first month's worth of shit in a couple of days.
He finished the tasks in about 7 hours, fully documented and archived. And the shit works. And it's tight, elegant stuff.
Then he figures out that electrical drawings are basically ladder logic, and troubleshoots a gremlin we've had running around in Tunnel Kiln number one since about 2009.
He scares me. I shall call an exorcist.
:lulz: I knew I liked that boy from the moment you told me about him. NOBODY walks dying distance in Tucson for a job interview.
This is why I think he's a robot of some sort. A boneless robot that flops in his chair like Stephen Hawking and fixes everything.
It's not right. Something is up. Tucson doesn't send you people like this unless there's some horrible underlying motive.
Or he was a very very very bad person.
If he was that bad, he'd be in Seguin.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:47:36 AM
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on August 31, 2013, 05:40:11 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 05:25:36 AM
So I gave Tiny Killer Neckbeard a week's worth of programming tasks, this morning. Somewhat useful stuff, but mostly a way to keep the little bastard from getting bored, since he already completed the first month's worth of shit in a couple of days.
He finished the tasks in about 7 hours, fully documented and archived. And the shit works. And it's tight, elegant stuff.
Then he figures out that electrical drawings are basically ladder logic, and troubleshoots a gremlin we've had running around in Tunnel Kiln number one since about 2009.
He scares me. I shall call an exorcist.
:lulz: I knew I liked that boy from the moment you told me about him. NOBODY walks dying distance in Tucson for a job interview.
This is why I think he's a robot of some sort. A boneless robot that flops in his chair like Stephen Hawking and fixes everything.
It's not right. Something is up. Tucson doesn't send you people like this unless there's some horrible underlying motive.
Maybe the motive is that you are both, together, going to build a terrifying Tucson maintenance empire?
I can only imagine what would happen if two competent people ran around Tucson fixing stuff...
Quote from: V3X on August 31, 2013, 05:02:05 PM
I can only imagine what would happen if two competent people ran around Tucson fixing stuff...
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,34792.0.html
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 31, 2013, 07:05:40 PM
Quote from: V3X on August 31, 2013, 05:02:05 PM
I can only imagine what would happen if two competent people ran around Tucson fixing stuff...
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,34792.0.html
:lulz:
Pic of Tiny Killer Neckbeard:
(http://www.accessniagara.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/20070623_empty_lot_parking_lot.jpg)
For some reason, that parking lot is TERRIFYING.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 03, 2013, 02:45:38 AM
Pic of Tiny Killer Neckbeard:
(http://www.accessniagara.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/20070623_empty_lot_parking_lot.jpg)
What
:lulz:
I'm kind of embarrassed how long I watched that expecting it to be animated.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on September 03, 2013, 04:54:37 AM
I'm kind of embarrassed how long I watched that expecting it to be animated.
:lol:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on August 30, 2013, 08:46:23 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on August 30, 2013, 06:24:53 PM
7 sacked today. 1 redundancy, 3 for various gross misconduct and 3 for stupidity. Today has been a very angry day.
And yet, the stooges walked away clean. I'm wavering between admiration and disgust.
How. How, I ask, does the guy who gave the orders, in spite of cautions against doing so, not get fired?
The answer lies in self incrimination. Also in stupid breaches of site safety. It's something of a no-no to wander under or around a machine when it's working. It's not advisable to smoke in confined spaces either.
I've literally never had to write this many terminations of employment at a place. It does appear that the message is getting through though. I'm shoving the competent guys through training as quickly as possible to replace the losses so far.
Out of the 13 that have gone so far, I'm actually pretty gutted about 3 of them. Not gutted enough to reconsider as they were likely to kill someone sooner or later, but they had some decent tales.
Quote from: Surprise Happy Endings Whether You Want Them Or Not on September 03, 2013, 04:44:18 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 03, 2013, 02:45:38 AM
Pic of Tiny Killer Neckbeard:
(http://www.accessniagara.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/20070623_empty_lot_parking_lot.jpg)
What
:lulz:
He's right there.
You might need to blow the picture up, some. Even then, results might be grainy.
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
Forget a camera.
We need to make a fucking PLAY out of this.
Eat shit, Stoppard.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 04, 2013, 08:31:13 PM
Forget a camera.
We need to make a fucking PLAY out of this.
Eat shit, Stoppard.
YES!
*Mike enters from the left
*Everybody's face slightly contorts.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
etc
etc
:lulz:
Every single time one of these stories comes out, I always have a brief thought that runs through my head that says, "There's no way they can top this!"
Then I squash that thought with a phonebook and beg forgiveness from Tuscon for ever doubting that it can always get dumber and weirder.
Do we need to do a recruitment drive for PD so you can devour more newbies? This shit is :banana: :sexybeast: :banana: :buttsecks: :sadbanana: :banana: :craig: :sexybeast: :banana: :sadbanana: :banana:
Quote from: Cainad on September 04, 2013, 08:42:27 PM
:lulz:
Every single time one of these stories comes out, I always have a brief thought that runs through my head that says, "There's no way they can top this!"
Then I squash that thought with a phonebook and beg forgiveness from Tuscon for ever doubting that it can always get dumber and weirder.
It's like I live in the factory where they manufacture idiots. :lulz:
Ye Olde Idiot Faktory: A Tucson Story
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 04, 2013, 08:58:56 PM
Ye Olde Idiot Faktory: A Tucson Story
I am going to do something with this. :lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 08:24:35 PM
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Just catching up with all this.
Mike the Engineer, right? As in "guy with some kind of degree in engineering"?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 08:24:35 PM
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
These are the days it's all worth it.
DRINK IT UP.
:lulz:
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on September 04, 2013, 09:47:06 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 08:24:35 PM
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
These are the days it's all worth it.
DRINK IT UP.
:lulz:
I'M SO RONERY...
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 08:24:35 PM
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
:facepalm:
There are not enough palms nor enough faces in the UNIVERSE.
Quote from: Facemeat on September 04, 2013, 10:51:51 PM
:facepalm:
There are not enough palms nor enough faces in the UNIVERSE.
I live in heaven. What else could it possibly be?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 10:52:38 PM
Quote from: Facemeat on September 04, 2013, 10:51:51 PM
:facepalm:
There are not enough palms nor enough faces in the UNIVERSE.
I live in heaven. What else could it possibly be?
I'm just sitting here shaking my head. I have never.
Quote from: Facemeat on September 04, 2013, 10:54:54 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 10:52:38 PM
Quote from: Facemeat on September 04, 2013, 10:51:51 PM
:facepalm:
There are not enough palms nor enough faces in the UNIVERSE.
I live in heaven. What else could it possibly be?
I'm just sitting here shaking my head. I have never.
I am clearly doing the work of angels.
:whack:
Seriously, these are the days that make my career choice worthwhile.
All the stress, all the chaos, all the boundless rage...
...And then you see a crystal clear moment of perfection.
Even if it's perfect stupidity. It's still perfection.
If lilly wont touch it, I suspect I was right about it being the kiss of death for whomever has to fix this?
Quote from: Faust on September 04, 2013, 11:35:33 PM
If lilly wont touch it, I suspect I was right about it being the kiss of death for whomever has to fix this?
Yep.
And that somebody isn't me. 8)
Mike may want to consider retirement options.
A normal person would be about here: :enough:
In other news, Filthy Assistant is once again one of my direct reports.
After he's spent the last 6 months furiously trying to throw my guys under the bus.
Today may have been perfect.
Quote from: tarod on September 05, 2013, 12:39:43 AM
A normal person would be about here: :enough:
What? And miss whatever comes
next?
We really should find a way to merge our two companies.
Quote from: tarod on September 05, 2013, 12:39:43 AM
A normal person would be about here: :enough:
Fuck that shit, I'm in HEAVEN.
Quote from: V3X on September 05, 2013, 03:46:04 AM
We really should find a way to merge our two companies.
Might be a plan.
Today, Tiny Killer Neckbeard and Filipe started building some software monster that they won't tell me about.
"Go and do boss things, vato, we're doin' stuff." <--- Felipe, providing a good example to the kid on how to behave in our department.
Meh. I'll see it when it hatches, I guess.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 03:48:47 AM
Quote from: V3X on September 05, 2013, 03:46:04 AM
We really should find a way to merge our two companies.
Might be a plan.
Today, Tiny Killer Neckbeard and Filipe started building some software monster that they won't tell me about.
"Go and do boss things, vato, we're doin' stuff." <--- Felipe, providing a good example to the kid on how to behave in our department.
Meh. I'll see it when it hatches, I guess.
THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD. :lulz:
Quote from: Facemeat on September 05, 2013, 04:00:19 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 03:48:47 AM
Quote from: V3X on September 05, 2013, 03:46:04 AM
We really should find a way to merge our two companies.
Might be a plan.
Today, Tiny Killer Neckbeard and Filipe started building some software monster that they won't tell me about.
"Go and do boss things, vato, we're doin' stuff." <--- Felipe, providing a good example to the kid on how to behave in our department.
Meh. I'll see it when it hatches, I guess.
THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD. :lulz:
It was a slow day, and they were having fun, and apparently being as creative as hell. It's probably going to be useful.
Who the hell would interfere with THAT?
If it's useful, I'm putting a nice letter in their files. People being useful while having fun are a treasure.
Also, I approve of the attitude. FUCK OFF, WE'RE DOING
SCIENCE!
What's really awesome about this is that Filipe hates EVERYONE, and he's totally taken TKN under his wing. And if you're interested, this is the Filipe I wrote into LDW and LOBB. Which he loves. He keeps bugging me to know how he's gonna get killed THIS time.
After the day I had today, reading through this thread is EXACTLY what I needed. From reading this, I've realized that not only is this...
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 08:49:10 PM
Doktor Howl's 1st Law: Everything is funny when it happens to someone else.
Doktor Howl's 2nd Law: It's still funny when it happens to you.
...100% true but that I have truly discovered that my job is a goldmine of hilarity. I realize that it really is goddamn funny and I don't have to wait till later to laugh my fucking ass off.
Oh and I'll be putting this...
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 10:47:59 PM
Outlook isn't working on my computer.
I called IT.
IT told me to send an email so I'd get put in queue.
I told them I can't, because my email doesn't work.
They told me that this is the new policy, and politely hung up on me.
Not shitting you. This day actually happened.
...in my back pocket for later. :evil:
I can't wait to hear more, especially about this mysterious neckbeard robot ninja.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 04:05:42 AM
Quote from: Facemeat on September 05, 2013, 04:00:19 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 03:48:47 AM
Quote from: V3X on September 05, 2013, 03:46:04 AM
We really should find a way to merge our two companies.
Might be a plan.
Today, Tiny Killer Neckbeard and Filipe started building some software monster that they won't tell me about.
"Go and do boss things, vato, we're doin' stuff." <--- Felipe, providing a good example to the kid on how to behave in our department.
Meh. I'll see it when it hatches, I guess.
THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD. :lulz:
It was a slow day, and they were having fun, and apparently being as creative as hell. It's probably going to be useful.
Who the hell would interfere with THAT?
If it's useful, I'm putting a nice letter in their files. People being useful while having fun are a treasure.
Also, I approve of the attitude. FUCK OFF, WE'RE DOING SCIENCE!
What's really awesome about this is that Filipe hates EVERYONE, and he's totally taken TKN under his wing. And if you're interested, this is the Filipe I wrote into LDW and LOBB. Which he loves. He keeps bugging me to know how he's gonna get killed THIS time.
OH WOW SWEET MERCIFUL
This is going to lead DIRECTLY to the future, I hope you understand that.
I have been previously told that I am personally responsible for the future, in which case all I have to say is I'm really really sorry.
Quote from: Facemeat on September 05, 2013, 06:34:14 AM
I have been previously told that I am personally responsible for the future, in which case all I have to say is I'm really really sorry.
NOT YET, GIVE IT TIME.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 02:51:45 PM
Quote from: Facemeat on September 05, 2013, 06:34:14 AM
I have been previously told that I am personally responsible for the future, in which case all I have to say is I'm really really sorry.
NOT YET, GIVE IT TIME.
:lulz:
Filthy Assistant suspended for insubordination.
He apparently took issue with the idea that he reports to me again, and came in my office announcing How Things Were Going To Be. Which is to say, he would tell me, and I would issue the official orders. No shit, he really said that.
I held up a printout of the org chart. I turned it upside down and made a frowny face while shaking my head. I turned it right side up and smiled while nodding. I put it back down.
At this point, Jim walks into my office behind him while he screechs profanity at me and called my mother's past into question.
It took him a good 5 or 6 seconds to realize why I was laughing so hard.
In any case, we all had a nice chat, in which it was decided that FA would take 3 days off without pay to rest, and that when he came back, he had ZERO input on how things were going to get done, and how he would simply make sure that the parts are in on time, and that the contractors have been scheduled. And that this is ALL he will do.
If looks could kill, I would be a slowly settling pink mist.
I'm comfortable with that.
That was a thing of beauty. :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
TENTATIVE VICTORY.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 05, 2013, 10:22:36 PM
TENTATIVE VICTORY.
I like my job, but I don't base my personhood on it. If I were fired tomorrow, I'd be okay. The world wouldn't end.
So I always win.
Even if nobody loses.
Best philosophy I've heard in weeks.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 05, 2013, 11:29:03 PM
Best philosophy I've heard in weeks.
Life's too short to define yourself by your employment. Seriously.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 08:24:35 PM
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
So, I'm gathering I should stop considering bioengineering and go into biochem.
:lulz:
Quote from: Facemeat on September 04, 2013, 10:51:51 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 08:24:35 PM
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
:facepalm:
There are not enough palms nor enough faces in the UNIVERSE.
Nor enough Picards.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 09:53:19 PM
Filthy Assistant suspended for insubordination.
He apparently took issue with the idea that he reports to me again, and came in my office announcing How Things Were Going To Be. Which is to say, he would tell me, and I would issue the official orders. No shit, he really said that.
I held up a printout of the org chart. I turned it upside down and made a frowny face while shaking my head. I turned it right side up and smiled while nodding. I put it back down.
At this point, Jim walks into my office behind him while he screechs profanity at me and called my mother's past into question.
It took him a good 5 or 6 seconds to realize why I was laughing so hard.
In any case, we all had a nice chat, in which it was decided that FA would take 3 days off without pay to rest, and that when he came back, he had ZERO input on how things were going to get done, and how he would simply make sure that the parts are in on time, and that the contractors have been scheduled. And that this is ALL he will do.
If looks could kill, I would be a slowly settling pink mist.
I'm comfortable with that.
:lulz: I love this.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 11:31:03 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 05, 2013, 11:29:03 PM
Best philosophy I've heard in weeks.
Life's too short to define yourself by your employment. Seriously.
YES.The second you feel like your job defines you, it's time to quit. It's only going downhill from there and usually fast.
Quote from: Facemeat on September 06, 2013, 02:53:32 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 09:53:19 PM
Filthy Assistant suspended for insubordination.
He apparently took issue with the idea that he reports to me again, and came in my office announcing How Things Were Going To Be. Which is to say, he would tell me, and I would issue the official orders. No shit, he really said that.
I held up a printout of the org chart. I turned it upside down and made a frowny face while shaking my head. I turned it right side up and smiled while nodding. I put it back down.
At this point, Jim walks into my office behind him while he screechs profanity at me and called my mother's past into question.
It took him a good 5 or 6 seconds to realize why I was laughing so hard.
In any case, we all had a nice chat, in which it was decided that FA would take 3 days off without pay to rest, and that when he came back, he had ZERO input on how things were going to get done, and how he would simply make sure that the parts are in on time, and that the contractors have been scheduled. And that this is ALL he will do.
If looks could kill, I would be a slowly settling pink mist.
I'm comfortable with that.
:lulz: I love this.
No Larry. No Lilly.
BUT MIKE COMES BACK TODAY!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 06, 2013, 02:48:21 PM
Quote from: Facemeat on September 06, 2013, 02:53:32 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 09:53:19 PM
Filthy Assistant suspended for insubordination.
He apparently took issue with the idea that he reports to me again, and came in my office announcing How Things Were Going To Be. Which is to say, he would tell me, and I would issue the official orders. No shit, he really said that.
I held up a printout of the org chart. I turned it upside down and made a frowny face while shaking my head. I turned it right side up and smiled while nodding. I put it back down.
At this point, Jim walks into my office behind him while he screechs profanity at me and called my mother's past into question.
It took him a good 5 or 6 seconds to realize why I was laughing so hard.
In any case, we all had a nice chat, in which it was decided that FA would take 3 days off without pay to rest, and that when he came back, he had ZERO input on how things were going to get done, and how he would simply make sure that the parts are in on time, and that the contractors have been scheduled. And that this is ALL he will do.
If looks could kill, I would be a slowly settling pink mist.
I'm comfortable with that.
:lulz: I love this.
No Larry. No Lilly.
BUT MIKE COMES BACK TODAY!
I give him until next Friday before he is fired, or climbs into the ball mill of his own volition.
Quote from: Faust on September 06, 2013, 03:27:40 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 06, 2013, 02:48:21 PM
Quote from: Facemeat on September 06, 2013, 02:53:32 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 05, 2013, 09:53:19 PM
Filthy Assistant suspended for insubordination.
He apparently took issue with the idea that he reports to me again, and came in my office announcing How Things Were Going To Be. Which is to say, he would tell me, and I would issue the official orders. No shit, he really said that.
I held up a printout of the org chart. I turned it upside down and made a frowny face while shaking my head. I turned it right side up and smiled while nodding. I put it back down.
At this point, Jim walks into my office behind him while he screechs profanity at me and called my mother's past into question.
It took him a good 5 or 6 seconds to realize why I was laughing so hard.
In any case, we all had a nice chat, in which it was decided that FA would take 3 days off without pay to rest, and that when he came back, he had ZERO input on how things were going to get done, and how he would simply make sure that the parts are in on time, and that the contractors have been scheduled. And that this is ALL he will do.
If looks could kill, I would be a slowly settling pink mist.
I'm comfortable with that.
:lulz: I love this.
No Larry. No Lilly.
BUT MIKE COMES BACK TODAY!
I give him until next Friday before he is fired, or climbs into the ball mill of his own volition.
Naw. He's too self-absorbed to kill himself, and we need his PE stamp. We could
Weekend at Bernie's, I suppose.
Boy, it's quiet around here.
No weird behavior in the conference room. The morning meeting lasted 7 minutes. Well, longer, but everyone got up and left when Mike started blathering, so I guess it doesn't count.
Finally got the new mechanical seal for tank 100, but we fucked up on the installation (very tricky process), and now we need another one. Monday.
:rogpipe:
Filipe and TKN are still furiously hammering the keyboards. Whatever they're making is going to be big.
All is well, or close enough, here in the City of the Damned.
So, it's quiet.
Too quiet?
A little busy today.
Boiler feed pump took a shit.
Tunnel kiln #2 conveyor threw a drive shaft.
The evaporator burned through and shot a 2" wide stream of acid out of the tower.
The 8' ball mill (the old one) gearbox puked all its oil out.
Tunnel Kiln #1 conveyor is FUCKED.
The new structure on the old jet mill is unacceptable.
It's raining like a mad bastard.
So I won't be around much.
WHAT IS WITH THE BALL MILLS?
Quote from: Facemeat on September 09, 2013, 04:12:58 PM
WHAT IS WITH THE BALL MILLS?
Crappy gears and a bad design on the pinion/ring gear arrangement. Basically, the pinion gear weighs enough that it puts a strain on the gearbox shaft, which makes the bearings run hot.
The evaporator is a bigger concern right now. That's outdoor work with a crane, so lightning is an issue. I have 5 hours before the rain turns to a thunderstorm, at which time all the work has to stop.
Fucking clouds are now at ground level (happens here once in a while).
Cloud rolls in, stop work. Wait for cloud to roll out. Next fucking cloud is right behind it.
Everything that happens at your job is an excellent metaphor for life.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 09, 2013, 04:46:48 PM
Everything that happens at your job is an excellent metaphor for life.
Imagine what things are like at your power company. Or sewage facilities.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 09, 2013, 04:49:45 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 09, 2013, 04:46:48 PM
Everything that happens at your job is an excellent metaphor for life.
Imagine what things are like at your power company. Or sewage facilities.
Have you read Paolo Bacigalupi's Pump Six? http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2819368-pump-six-and-other-stories
Because that is what you are talking about now.
Seriously, read it if it is the last thing you do alive.
It is written especially for you.
Edited to add:
The pump six story is about a sewage pumps maintenance guy who didn't really notice how retarded everybody else got. And then a pump breaks and he has to order a new one. The company that made them went bankrupt because their pumps were too solidly designed, they take decades to break down. Then he tried to find any kind of smart person to help him understand the science behind it so they can fix the pump. So he goes to the university, where he finds out that al the students spend literally all their time fucking anything that moves, the professors all died years ago and the only person with half a brain is the wife of the librarian (or something like that) who locked the library to keep the students from using the books for fires. It is a terrific horror story. As far as i can remember there is no good ending. The other stories in that linked book are similarly dark.
Quote from: :regret: on September 09, 2013, 06:56:30 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 09, 2013, 04:49:45 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 09, 2013, 04:46:48 PM
Everything that happens at your job is an excellent metaphor for life.
Imagine what things are like at your power company. Or sewage facilities.
Have you read Paolo Bacigalupi's Pump Six? http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2819368-pump-six-and-other-stories
Because that is what you are talking about now.
Seriously, read it if it is the last thing you do alive.
It is written especially for you.
I read his story
The People of Sand and Slag, and liked it, but wasn't wowed.
I'll look for this, give it a shot.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 09, 2013, 04:45:28 PM
Fucking clouds are now at ground level (happens here once in a while).
Cloud rolls in, stop work. Wait for cloud to roll out. Next fucking cloud is right behind it.
Wow. :lulz:
Quote from: :regret: on September 09, 2013, 06:56:30 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 09, 2013, 04:49:45 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 09, 2013, 04:46:48 PM
Everything that happens at your job is an excellent metaphor for life.
Imagine what things are like at your power company. Or sewage facilities.
Have you read Paolo Bacigalupi's Pump Six? http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2819368-pump-six-and-other-stories
Because that is what you are talking about now.
Seriously, read it if it is the last thing you do alive.
It is written especially for you.
Edited to add:
The pump six story is about a sewage pumps maintenance guy who didn't really notice how retarded everybody else got. And then a pump breaks and he has to order a new one. The company that made them went bankrupt because their pumps were too solidly designed, they take decades to break down. Then he tried to find any kind of smart person to help him understand the science behind it so they can fix the pump. So he goes to the university, where he finds out that al the students spend literally all their time fucking anything that moves, the professors all died years ago and the only person with half a brain is the wife of the librarian (or something like that) who locked the library to keep the students from using the books for fires. It is a terrific horror story. As far as i can remember there is no good ending. The other stories in that linked book are similarly dark.
Until the last couple of lines, I was assuming this was non fiction. Even now, I'm not certain.
Quote from: Junkenstein on September 09, 2013, 08:18:31 PM
Quote from: :regret: on September 09, 2013, 06:56:30 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 09, 2013, 04:49:45 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 09, 2013, 04:46:48 PM
Everything that happens at your job is an excellent metaphor for life.
Imagine what things are like at your power company. Or sewage facilities.
Have you read Paolo Bacigalupi's Pump Six? http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2819368-pump-six-and-other-stories
Because that is what you are talking about now.
Seriously, read it if it is the last thing you do alive.
It is written especially for you.
Edited to add:
The pump six story is about a sewage pumps maintenance guy who didn't really notice how retarded everybody else got. And then a pump breaks and he has to order a new one. The company that made them went bankrupt because their pumps were too solidly designed, they take decades to break down. Then he tried to find any kind of smart person to help him understand the science behind it so they can fix the pump. So he goes to the university, where he finds out that al the students spend literally all their time fucking anything that moves, the professors all died years ago and the only person with half a brain is the wife of the librarian (or something like that) who locked the library to keep the students from using the books for fires. It is a terrific horror story. As far as i can remember there is no good ending. The other stories in that linked book are similarly dark.
Until the last couple of lines, I was assuming this was non fiction. Even now, I'm not certain.
I am in the trades, Junk. That story IS fiction. For the moment.
It's a matter of time over here. There used to be quite a few places in Scotland that actually engineered and shipped out pumps and pipes. I know a few places where ones cast in the 20's are still going. It's a matter of time however and the companies are long gone in most cases. I've got my eye on a few cracking bits of work over the next 5/10 years here pretty much because of this.
Quote from: Junkenstein on September 09, 2013, 08:45:11 PM
It's a matter of time over here. There used to be quite a few places in Scotland that actually engineered and shipped out pumps and pipes. I know a few places where ones cast in the 20's are still going. It's a matter of time however and the companies are long gone in most cases. I've got my eye on a few cracking bits of work over the next 5/10 years here pretty much because of this.
It's not that, really. It's that less and less people are going into the trades, for 3 reasons:
1. Many people aren't getting educated enough to do the job.
2. The ones with that education want a desk job.
3. In many areas, the trade is "sewn up", and the senior men would rather have insufficient men than to allow non-legacy "outsiders" into an apprenticeship.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 09, 2013, 07:03:33 PM
Quote from: :regret: on September 09, 2013, 06:56:30 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 09, 2013, 04:49:45 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 09, 2013, 04:46:48 PM
Everything that happens at your job is an excellent metaphor for life.
Imagine what things are like at your power company. Or sewage facilities.
Have you read Paolo Bacigalupi's Pump Six? http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2819368-pump-six-and-other-stories
Because that is what you are talking about now.
Seriously, read it if it is the last thing you do alive.
It is written especially for you.
I read his story The People of Sand and Slag, and liked it, but wasn't wowed.
I'll look for this, give it a shot.
The People of Sand and Slag is one of the stories in that book, definitely not the best there, but there is one worse story in there, can't remember what though.
Just saw TKN riding one of our carts across the yard, and God help me, THIS came to mind:
(http://image.toutlecine.com/photos/b/u/g/bugsy-malone-02-g.jpg)
Bugsy Malone. :lulz:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1FgpBxXho4
I have told Al about this comparison. I think he may actually have shat his pants laughing.
:lulz: TKN: future legend!
Insist he speaks 1920's lingo exclusively or not speak at all.
Even for 5 minutes. Pay the man, it'll be worth it.
Quote from: Junkenstein on September 10, 2013, 10:29:01 PM
Insist he speaks 1920's lingo exclusively or not speak at all.
Even for 5 minutes. Pay the man, it'll be worth it.
Brooklyn accent or GTFO, kid!
Also, he fixed my network printer, which has been tormenting the fuck out of ISD. They now want to talk to the kid. I told them I'd fly down and beat them all stupid if they try poaching.
Mike has taken an extended vacation. He has about a million weeks saved up, and he's decided to lay low for a while...Which took more brains than I give him credit for. I've met his wife, though, and I expect he's being coached.
Filthy Assistant is livid because I gave him his review, and he didn't do well. He met none of his goals. He then threw a fit, saying all the shit he DID do. I explained that we can't just make up our own job descriptions. He pitched a fit and in the end was sent home without pay again.
Overall, a good week so far.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on September 17, 2013, 07:24:59 PM
Mike has taken an extended vacation. He has about a million weeks saved up, and he's decided to lay low for a while...Which took more brains than I give him credit for. I've met his wife, though, and I expect he's being coached.
Filthy Assistant is livid because I gave him his review, and he didn't do well. He met none of his goals. He then threw a fit, saying all the shit he DID do. I explained that we can't just make up our own job descriptions. He pitched a fit and in the end was sent home without pay again.
Overall, a good week so far.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on September 17, 2013, 07:24:59 PM
Mike has taken an extended vacation. He has about a million weeks saved up, and he's decided to lay low for a while...Which took more brains than I give him credit for. I've met his wife, though, and I expect he's being coached.
Filthy Assistant is livid because I gave him his review, and he didn't do well. He met none of his goals. He then threw a fit, saying all the shit he DID do. I explained that we can't just make up our own job descriptions. He pitched a fit and in the end was sent home without pay again.
Overall, a good week so far.
Sounds like a good start. :) :lulz:
So, the problem with bringing my temps on full time...
We have the wet end, which is not profitable. It is being used, basically, to keep our foot in the door while the new process gets validated with the customers. The dry end is expanding rapidly to accomodate the new process, and thus I have an insane amount of things to install and/or keep running. It is at this moment impossible to be profitable, and everyone knows this. No problem.
But I am told that I can't expand my crew to accomodate the new machinery (I will need these people even - especially - after the wet end shuts down), because we aren't profitable, and they want to be sure that we can be profitable before allowing the personnel expansions that will allow us to be profitable.
Does anyone see the fatal flaw in this logic, or is it just me?
So, spend $65 Mn in hardware expansions, but deny the $350,000 in personnel expansions (maintenance and operations combined) that will keep the hardware running (and, incidentally, staff the hardware).
Don't mind that grinding noise, it's just 2 million years of constantly improving rational behavior sliding back into the swamp.
Yay upper management!
Oh FFS.
This is exactly why the government should NEVER be run like a business.
Best part is, it takes a year for an experienced technician to get used to the plant.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on September 20, 2013, 05:38:07 AM
Best part is, it takes a year for an experienced technician to get used to the plant.
Oh yeah. This'll be great.
Quote from: Mean Mister Nigel on September 20, 2013, 06:16:46 AM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on September 20, 2013, 05:38:07 AM
Best part is, it takes a year for an experienced technician to get used to the plant.
Oh yeah. This'll be great.
Best part is, my company is fairly intelligent as far as massive corporations go.
Which is kind of like being the brainiest kid on the short bus, but there you have it.
E-cigs are essentially ridiculous. I don't like them. This is not to say I'm not going to USE them...Quite the contrary. I haven't had nor wanted a real smoke since I switched over, and I feel fantastic. However, it is still entirely too much like a glass pipe, without the added advantage of bursting into flames like Richard Pryor. Which I could kind of use right now.
Of the 3 e-cigs I bought, the first one lost its wick due to initial over-use, and a big drag turned into a mouth full of glycol. Bad. But other than that, my habit is now $6.50/week instead of $8.50/DAY, and I don't smell like a full ashtray all the time.
It also has the added advantage of offending Mike, who feels that I am somehow cheating the smoking area rules by "smoking" in my office. I was able to punk him out on the rules, though, as the rules say that no tobacco will be smoked outside of smoking areas. Says nothing about nicotene suspended in water. Then I told him HE was in violation by being a big fat bastard-ugly cube monkey on company time. I pointed out where the rules say that we cannot engage in "offensive behavior" while on the job, and that his 12 sammich-eating gut offends me. He stormed out of my office to talk to Jim, forgetting that Jim is in Houston.
It's little moments like these that make me love my job, even when I've only had two hours of sleep.
From the last couple of months I'm surprised that Mike would go anywhere near Jims office.
Quote from: Faust on October 15, 2013, 04:55:02 PM
From the last couple of months I'm surprised that Mike would go anywhere near Jims office.
Mike is a slow learner.
There's a reason he was banished here from the parent plant. He was even dumb enough to believe it was a promotion.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 15, 2013, 04:56:30 PM
Quote from: Faust on October 15, 2013, 04:55:02 PM
From the last couple of months I'm surprised that Mike would go anywhere near Jims office.
Mike is a slow learner.
There's a reason he was banished here from the parent plant. He was even dumb enough to believe it was a promotion.
That makes a lot of sense. Sill, isn't there some kind of oil rig or Antarctic Ice breaker he could be stationed to, surely there must be somewhere worse to send him?
Quote from: Faust on October 15, 2013, 05:00:24 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 15, 2013, 04:56:30 PM
Quote from: Faust on October 15, 2013, 04:55:02 PM
From the last couple of months I'm surprised that Mike would go anywhere near Jims office.
Mike is a slow learner.
There's a reason he was banished here from the parent plant. He was even dumb enough to believe it was a promotion.
That makes a lot of sense. Sill, isn't there some kind of oil rig or Antarctic Ice breaker he could be stationed to, surely there must be somewhere worse to send him?
Sadly, no. This is the end of the line.
So, somewhere along the line, I more or less forgot about TKN's existence. I noticed him this morning, behind a giant stack of manuals. I asked him what he's been up to, and he said "Well, I finished everything you gave me, so I just went ahead and started documenting all that spaghetti code from Mitsubishi." (There's hundreds of pages of this stuff, all undocumented)
:eek:
"How much have you completed?"
"About 80% of it. Um, is that fast enough?"
:eek:
"You're doing just fine, kid. You just keep doing what you're doing."
Is that the sweet sound of competence I hear?
Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on October 17, 2013, 03:15:20 PM
Is that the sweet sound of competence I hear?
YES. And
enthusiasm. I don't know what to do.
So I'm just going to let him do his thing.
Leav it alone, and back away slowly. He's probably wired the office with nanobot grenades.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 17, 2013, 03:19:02 PM
Leav it alone, and back away slowly. He's probably wired the office with nanobot grenades.
I'm okay with that.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 17, 2013, 03:11:11 PM
So, somewhere along the line, I more or less forgot about TKN's existence. I noticed him this morning, behind a giant stack of manuals. I asked him what he's been up to, and he said "Well, I finished everything you gave me, so I just went ahead and started documenting all that spaghetti code from Mitsubishi." (There's hundreds of pages of this stuff, all undocumented)
:eek:
"How much have you completed?"
"About 80% of it. Um, is that fast enough?"
:eek:
"You're doing just fine, kid. You just keep doing what you're doing."
It's like a miracle!
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 17, 2013, 05:27:31 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 17, 2013, 03:11:11 PM
So, somewhere along the line, I more or less forgot about TKN's existence. I noticed him this morning, behind a giant stack of manuals. I asked him what he's been up to, and he said "Well, I finished everything you gave me, so I just went ahead and started documenting all that spaghetti code from Mitsubishi." (There's hundreds of pages of this stuff, all undocumented)
:eek:
"How much have you completed?"
"About 80% of it. Um, is that fast enough?"
:eek:
"You're doing just fine, kid. You just keep doing what you're doing."
It's like a miracle!
Well, he's 24 years old, lucked into a lucrative job right out of school, and genuinely loves his work.
Boy, is HE in the wrong place. :lulz:
I dispair the day when he finally gets Tucsoned.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 17, 2013, 05:58:00 PM
I dispair the day when he finally gets Tucsoned.
Oh, he already has. You'd have to meet the guy to understand why I say that. He walks around all day in stark horror, for what appear to be very vague reasons. Like he'd taken a cab to work, and the cabbie turned around an announced the new final solution or something.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 17, 2013, 06:00:57 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 17, 2013, 05:58:00 PM
I dispair the day when he finally gets Tucsoned.
Oh, he already has. You'd have to meet the guy to understand why I say that. He walks around all day in stark horror, for what appear to be very vague reasons. Like he'd taken a cab to work, and the cabbie turned around an announced the new final solution or something.
Intelligence level is roughly equal to horrified level these days, I think.
My fucking desk is acting up again. My CD ROM drive on my computer keeps popping out, and I swear I can hear sloshing noises from the file drawer on the left side of my desk, where my predecessors kept their whiskey bottles. Mike has 3 major capital projects going on, and he's outraged that I won't take care of them for him and leave him all the credit, while making sure to suck up all the blame.
Well, fuck that. This ain't my first rodeo. Not touching that shit with a ten foot pole. Mike can take a swing at project management for once.
Another set of endless meetings to attend, ought to gobble up most of my day.
What would make this day PERFECT would be for Cramulus to peddle through on his unicycle, announcing the start of the American Autocracy with a bullhorn. And maybe getting prank-called by LMNO when he's been into the absinthe.
Fuck this place. No, seriously.
Well hell, I already feel like crap, so why not?
I'll be at the bar.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 21, 2013, 04:46:58 PM
Well hell, I already feel like crap, so why not?
I'll be at the bar.
I was considering that very idea.
But I'm not going to, because once you take a booze break from this place, well, I may as well just stick a bottle in the drawer where AJ kept his, because once you START, how could you STOP?
I used to work with people who would get beers during their lunch. I tried it once and then I was all, oh my god this SUCKS! Working with even the smallest amount of alcohol in my system is kind of nightmarish.
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:05:45 PM
I used to work with people who would get beers during their lunch. I tried it once and then I was all, oh my god this SUCKS! Working with even the smallest amount of alcohol in my system is kind of nightmarish.
I quit a job because all the other electricians would have 6 beer lunches.
I used to do that as well, until I realized it was the equivalent of getting bad grades in school because you're bored. If I'm not challenged at work, I start considering getting buzzed.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 21, 2013, 05:06:18 PM
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:05:45 PM
I used to work with people who would get beers during their lunch. I tried it once and then I was all, oh my god this SUCKS! Working with even the smallest amount of alcohol in my system is kind of nightmarish.
I quit a job because all the other electricians would have 6 beer lunches.
:eek: That's terrifying.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 21, 2013, 05:08:55 PM
I used to do that as well, until I realized it was the equivalent of getting bad grades in school because you're bored. If I'm not challenged at work, I start considering getting buzzed.
Basically, for me, once I have a drink I'm useless for anything. I can't accomplish a single thing after that.
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:51:32 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 21, 2013, 05:06:18 PM
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:05:45 PM
I used to work with people who would get beers during their lunch. I tried it once and then I was all, oh my god this SUCKS! Working with even the smallest amount of alcohol in my system is kind of nightmarish.
I quit a job because all the other electricians would have 6 beer lunches.
:eek: That's terrifying.
Yep. That's why I quit.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 21, 2013, 06:22:03 PM
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:51:32 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 21, 2013, 05:06:18 PM
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:05:45 PM
I used to work with people who would get beers during their lunch. I tried it once and then I was all, oh my god this SUCKS! Working with even the smallest amount of alcohol in my system is kind of nightmarish.
I quit a job because all the other electricians would have 6 beer lunches.
:eek: That's terrifying.
Yep. That's why I quit.
Wah?
The only reason i would want beer at lunch is because then i could tell my boss that i am not fit to work at the moment and send myself home for safety reasons. And that is coming from an alcoholic. I don't get people who drink at/before work. Don't they know they have to function for hourse more? Alcohol is fine if you don't have to do anything more complicated than typing without thinking, but i could not possibly keep up the quality of my work on alcohol.
Quote from: :regret: on October 21, 2013, 07:34:52 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 21, 2013, 06:22:03 PM
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:51:32 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 21, 2013, 05:06:18 PM
Quote from: Not Your Nigel on October 21, 2013, 05:05:45 PM
I used to work with people who would get beers during their lunch. I tried it once and then I was all, oh my god this SUCKS! Working with even the smallest amount of alcohol in my system is kind of nightmarish.
I quit a job because all the other electricians would have 6 beer lunches.
:eek: That's terrifying.
Yep. That's why I quit.
Wah?
The only reason i would want beer at lunch is because then i could tell my boss that i am not fit to work at the moment and send myself home for safety reasons. And that is coming from an alcoholic. I don't get people who drink at/before work. Don't they know they have to function for hourse more? Alcohol is fine if you don't have to do anything more complicated than typing without thinking, but i could not possibly keep up the quality of my work on alcohol.
Two reasons:
1. They're alkies
or 2.:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 21, 2013, 05:08:55 PM
I used to do that as well, until I realized it was the equivalent of getting bad grades in school because you're bored. If I'm not challenged at work, I start considering getting buzzed.
Which leads to:
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 21, 2013, 04:53:22 PM
But I'm not going to, because once you take a booze break from this place, well, I may as well just stick a bottle in the drawer where AJ kept his, because once you START, how could you STOP?
And can circle back to 1. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on September 04, 2013, 08:24:35 PM
THE CONTINUATION OF THE BALL MILL SAGA:
Big meeting, Mike's suspension cancelled because vendors from all over the place are here.
We have now proven, with SCIENCE, that the problem HAS to be the ring gear. This was after we replaced the $14,000 mill bearings (actually cost way more than $28K, but there's a lot involved).
So we have this big meeting 2 hours ago. The ring gear IS the problem. We have imported 2 crazy Germans who have shown WHY the ring gear is the PROBLEM, and the gearbox is a SYMPTOM.
Tracking so far? Ring gear = root cause, gearbox = "victim" of ring gear.
Everyone in the room has had this bashed into their head with a combination of basic math, physics, and metallurgy.
Meeting is drawing to a close, nobody has shat the bed yet.
WAIT FOR IT...
As we are all standing up to leave, Mike says "I have one more thing I want to talk about..."
Oh, Mike, and you were doing SO well.
Mike: "We haven't talked about the problem with the gearbox."
My boss turns purple. I laugh so hard I fall off my chair. The German guys start screaming abuse at him. The gear consultant guys from Phoenix sit there staring like a dog came up to them and started singing fucking Clauda Rogers tunes. The gearbox manufacturing rep looks like he's having a stroke.
Total chaos. I leave.
10 minutes later, Mike's suspension is reinstated, Jim put Lilly in charge, she refused, they both drive off in different directions, vendors bailing out left and right.
I am the only manager left on the property.
WHAT HAPPENED?
\
:sadbanana:
:lulz:
This was the best workday I ever had in my whole life.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 21, 2013, 04:44:46 PM
My fucking desk is acting up again. My CD ROM drive on my computer keeps popping out, and I swear I can hear sloshing noises from the file drawer on the left side of my desk, where my predecessors kept their whiskey bottles. Mike has 3 major capital projects going on, and he's outraged that I won't take care of them for him and leave him all the credit, while making sure to suck up all the blame.
Well, fuck that. This ain't my first rodeo. Not touching that shit with a ten foot pole. Mike can take a swing at project management for once.
Another set of endless meetings to attend, ought to gobble up most of my day.
What would make this day PERFECT would be for Cramulus to peddle through on his unicycle, announcing the start of the American Autocracy with a bullhorn. And maybe getting prank-called by LMNO when he's been into the absinthe.
Fuck this place. No, seriously.
It is worth mentioning that this was the exact moment that plant went upside down forever.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:59:29 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 21, 2013, 09:44:43 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on August 21, 2013, 09:42:04 PM
Damn. That place is like Tales from the Crypt meets the Twilight Zone meets Office Space.
It's awesome, really. I wouldn't work anywhere else.
You say that because there's no where else TO work. Everywhere you'd go would be the same place with a different logo and different names for the morons.
Five and half years later, still true. :lulz: