Oct 31 is it for everyone.The main support group are leaving one by one.Very few left.Our last build out is this month.Alot of people are going back to school to learn a new trade.Phobe will go back to school winter after she has her baby(which is a girl Hannah) I'm not sure what I will do.
We still have alot of laugh's around her at the people.We are having a steak dinner tomarrow for 2nd shift due them being done Aug 24.GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF THEM!!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
THE PLANT IS BECOMMING A GHOST SHOP
Well, each week there are at least 2 people leaving for other jobs.pulling up roots and leaving the quaint little towns they have come to know and love.Heading for the big city's where the work is.GOOD LUCK TO THEM AND THEIR FAMILY'S.I'm sure that is very scaryfor them,knowing their homes will sit on the market for god knows how long.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
DEPRESSION SETS IN !
Ther are days when people are happy and then there are days people are sad.They have to pick up and move their families to the big city and leave the north.The change is a very big one.I grew up in the suburbs of Detroit,then moved upnorth in my early 20's.It is very hard to make that sort of change.The pace from fast to slow.The people up here in the north have to go from slow to fast.I could not do that again,too much for me.I love northern Mich,my grandmother,grandfather and father are both buried up here.I wish the best for everyone.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
THE SHOW GOES ON
There is alot of people finding new jobs relocating to other states.More power to them.You have to find that job now due to the time of year.Winter will be alot harder for people.They are posting jobs in the lunchroom every day.Mich works will be in today to talk to everyone.Hedda will probably retire she is 67.Me of couse will move on and go into a different field. Things will be good!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Death on the Production floor
One of the saddest days.Our plant is closing.We were told Monday 9:00 A.M. No-one knows what to say or do,but go on do our job.God help everyone!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN
No plant meeting today.Yesterday was canceled.Our Manager Pheb's explained to everyone not to worry,but the girls have to nag anybody and everybody now that Pheb's is gone.Hedda took 2 days off to have her sons throw out the free-loader that has been living there for 3 years.I can't understand alot of this,too strange.Tomarrow brings another adventure.
Friday, May 04, 2007
FREAK OUT!
Well the new guy is getting married.He took his bride to be to a lookout point with a bottle of wine and asked her.Sold a whole lot of things on e-bay to buy the ring.He is has a bad temperment so I hope she knows what she's doing.Maybe they will wait a year for her sake.
People are going nuts around her.There is not much work.So we will see what the next step
is.This fella ran out yesterday could not breath drove himself to the hospital so he did not have to pay 750.00 for an ambulance to go 2 miles.Wow what is going on around here?
STAY TUNED!
People are going nuts around her.There is not much work.So we will see what the next step
is.This fella ran out yesterday could not breath drove himself to the hospital so he did not have to pay 750.00 for an ambulance to go 2 miles.Wow what is going on around here?
STAY TUNED!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Whatever you do.....
Don't drink the water on the production floor!
A wave of pregnancies has overtaken the production floor, myself included. It is even rumored that Crazy Office Supply Jody may be pregnant as well.
Funny how these types of things happen in mass quantity.
In other news, many changes have taken place over the course of the past month, changes that affect a lot of our day to day work life. In many cases we now feel hesitant to do things that would have not been given a second thought before. Big Brother is now watching my every move and every keystroke as I sit before my computer.
Thank God for home computers, I must say!
There are strange happenings a foot in the residence of Hedda Hopper. As the days have passed, and the story has unfolded, I have discovered that Hedda's daughter has been seeking the attentions of an ex-con she met online.
Now, this alone is reason to raise an eyebrow, but, the story gets better. This daughter already has a boyfriend who she has been living with for the past 2 or 3 years at Hedda's residence. A boyfriend that Hedda affectionately calls 'my future son-in-law'.
Apparently Hedda's daughter, I shall refer to her as Lay Down Sally, has gone downstate under the guise of 'work', leaving behind her soon to be husband.
Curious, I asked Hedda what Lay Down Sally was working on, I was of the belief that, per Hedda, she was too disabled to actually work.
Hedda's response? Lay Down Sally and another woman were working on a lice treatment they had discovered and were in the process of getting it patented. They were going to make millions.
Lice treatment???
Unable to contain my curiosity, I inquire from Hedda why her 'future son-in-law' didn't go downstate with Lay Down Sally, after all, he didn't have a job either.
According to Hedda, the cabin Sally is staying in is only big enough for one person.
My hunch is, Lay Down Sally is shacked up down there with ex-con. I also have a grizzly little hunch that Hedda and the 'future son-in-law' might be shacked up together as well.
Just the thought makes my skin crawl.
A wave of pregnancies has overtaken the production floor, myself included. It is even rumored that Crazy Office Supply Jody may be pregnant as well.
Funny how these types of things happen in mass quantity.
In other news, many changes have taken place over the course of the past month, changes that affect a lot of our day to day work life. In many cases we now feel hesitant to do things that would have not been given a second thought before. Big Brother is now watching my every move and every keystroke as I sit before my computer.
Thank God for home computers, I must say!
There are strange happenings a foot in the residence of Hedda Hopper. As the days have passed, and the story has unfolded, I have discovered that Hedda's daughter has been seeking the attentions of an ex-con she met online.
Now, this alone is reason to raise an eyebrow, but, the story gets better. This daughter already has a boyfriend who she has been living with for the past 2 or 3 years at Hedda's residence. A boyfriend that Hedda affectionately calls 'my future son-in-law'.
Apparently Hedda's daughter, I shall refer to her as Lay Down Sally, has gone downstate under the guise of 'work', leaving behind her soon to be husband.
Curious, I asked Hedda what Lay Down Sally was working on, I was of the belief that, per Hedda, she was too disabled to actually work.
Hedda's response? Lay Down Sally and another woman were working on a lice treatment they had discovered and were in the process of getting it patented. They were going to make millions.
Lice treatment???
Unable to contain my curiosity, I inquire from Hedda why her 'future son-in-law' didn't go downstate with Lay Down Sally, after all, he didn't have a job either.
According to Hedda, the cabin Sally is staying in is only big enough for one person.
My hunch is, Lay Down Sally is shacked up down there with ex-con. I also have a grizzly little hunch that Hedda and the 'future son-in-law' might be shacked up together as well.
Just the thought makes my skin crawl.
Friday, March 30, 2007
The minute she opened her mouth......
Sophia knew she had spoken too soon.
Making a break for the restroom, Sophia and I headed in with caution. For once, the restroom did not smell like an outhouse that had sat in the sun and baked for a week straight.
"Hey, it's not bad in here today," Sophia had stated, surprised. No odious odor, no noises, nothing.
"Thank God," I returned, rolling my eyes.
No sooner had the words escaped our mouths then the flatulence began. From the third stall, a stall containing a woman wearing pink and white sneakers, came the nearly constant sound of farts, ripping one right after another. Horrified, I sat in the stall right beside her. The echo from the toilet bowl was deafening, I had to escape.
I found myself leaning down to stare at this woman's shoes, trying like crazy to recognize who it was. Why I wanted to know, I have no idea, but, really, if you think about it, it's no different then staring at a tragic accident. You just can't help yourself!
Almost as quickly as we headed to the restroom, Sophia and I scurried out. I'm certain the woman in the third stall could hear my laughter as I saw the look on Sophia's face.
Making a break for the restroom, Sophia and I headed in with caution. For once, the restroom did not smell like an outhouse that had sat in the sun and baked for a week straight.
"Hey, it's not bad in here today," Sophia had stated, surprised. No odious odor, no noises, nothing.
"Thank God," I returned, rolling my eyes.
No sooner had the words escaped our mouths then the flatulence began. From the third stall, a stall containing a woman wearing pink and white sneakers, came the nearly constant sound of farts, ripping one right after another. Horrified, I sat in the stall right beside her. The echo from the toilet bowl was deafening, I had to escape.
I found myself leaning down to stare at this woman's shoes, trying like crazy to recognize who it was. Why I wanted to know, I have no idea, but, really, if you think about it, it's no different then staring at a tragic accident. You just can't help yourself!
Almost as quickly as we headed to the restroom, Sophia and I scurried out. I'm certain the woman in the third stall could hear my laughter as I saw the look on Sophia's face.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Operation Picture Verification
As with any manufacturing facility, nothing stays a secret for long, especially information that could be deemed incredulous or unbelievable.
Word had spread that The New Guy had brought in a picture of his girlfriend and placed it on his desk. Immediately we all began to surmise....
Was it a real picture? Did he print something he pulled off the internet? Was she attractive? What in the hell did she see in The New Guy? Or, was this all an elaborate scheme?
It was imperative we were able to get down to the bottom of this!
As it so happens, GQ and The New Guy share a cubicle, and GQ was able to piece together from overheard conversations that The New Guy had planned to leave early, it was his birthday and he wanted to prepare for his marriage proposal.
Upon hearing this information, the wheels in my mind immediately began turning, the plan was formed.
Waiting for The New Guy to put on his coat and head for the door, Cruella immediately picked up the phone and whispered into it that The New Guy was headed out the door. Laughing to myself, I nodded over to Sophia and told he we were needed down in the bull pen.
Sophia and I entered the cubicle to find Cruella on The New Guy's phone, chatting, sitting in his chair, rifling through the papers on his desk. GQ sat at his desk, looking through the pictures he had taken the previous night partying with his 'friends', laughing as Sophia and I begin to visually scan The New Guys desk.
"Where's the picture?" I ask, laughing a little.
"Right here," Cruella hands me a black frame containing a very pretty oriental looking woman.
"This is her?" I ask, cynicism in my voice.
"Yes," GQ pops in. He has now scooted his chair over next to where Sophia, Cruella, and I had grouped.
"Well, she's pretty," Sophia had taken a long look at the girl in the frame.
"How do we know it's real?" I just couldn't, for the life of me, believe someone like her would go out with someone like The New Guy. "Let's take the picture out of the frame."
"I don't want any part of this," GQ immediately pulled back like a complete chicken.
Flipping the frame over, I slid the catch out from beneath the frame to allow the back to fall free. Carefully removing the inner contents of the frame, I discovered the picture was actually a card of some sort.
"Oh My God! It's a card in here, not just a picture. What should we do? Should we look?" I had held the card shut, waiting for a unanimous decision.
"Well, of course we should look!" GQ slid his chair back over and took the card from my hands, opening it and peering inside. "Hmmm....." Holding it out for the rest of us to see, it was completely void of any writing inside, just a piece of parchment paper with the words 'Happy Holidays' inside.
Unable to contain ourselves, the 4 of us began to laugh hysterically as Sophia burst out "This is like an Episode of 'The Office'."
Word had spread that The New Guy had brought in a picture of his girlfriend and placed it on his desk. Immediately we all began to surmise....
Was it a real picture? Did he print something he pulled off the internet? Was she attractive? What in the hell did she see in The New Guy? Or, was this all an elaborate scheme?
It was imperative we were able to get down to the bottom of this!
As it so happens, GQ and The New Guy share a cubicle, and GQ was able to piece together from overheard conversations that The New Guy had planned to leave early, it was his birthday and he wanted to prepare for his marriage proposal.
Upon hearing this information, the wheels in my mind immediately began turning, the plan was formed.
Waiting for The New Guy to put on his coat and head for the door, Cruella immediately picked up the phone and whispered into it that The New Guy was headed out the door. Laughing to myself, I nodded over to Sophia and told he we were needed down in the bull pen.
Sophia and I entered the cubicle to find Cruella on The New Guy's phone, chatting, sitting in his chair, rifling through the papers on his desk. GQ sat at his desk, looking through the pictures he had taken the previous night partying with his 'friends', laughing as Sophia and I begin to visually scan The New Guys desk.
"Where's the picture?" I ask, laughing a little.
"Right here," Cruella hands me a black frame containing a very pretty oriental looking woman.
"This is her?" I ask, cynicism in my voice.
"Yes," GQ pops in. He has now scooted his chair over next to where Sophia, Cruella, and I had grouped.
"Well, she's pretty," Sophia had taken a long look at the girl in the frame.
"How do we know it's real?" I just couldn't, for the life of me, believe someone like her would go out with someone like The New Guy. "Let's take the picture out of the frame."
"I don't want any part of this," GQ immediately pulled back like a complete chicken.
Flipping the frame over, I slid the catch out from beneath the frame to allow the back to fall free. Carefully removing the inner contents of the frame, I discovered the picture was actually a card of some sort.
"Oh My God! It's a card in here, not just a picture. What should we do? Should we look?" I had held the card shut, waiting for a unanimous decision.
"Well, of course we should look!" GQ slid his chair back over and took the card from my hands, opening it and peering inside. "Hmmm....." Holding it out for the rest of us to see, it was completely void of any writing inside, just a piece of parchment paper with the words 'Happy Holidays' inside.
Unable to contain ourselves, the 4 of us began to laugh hysterically as Sophia burst out "This is like an Episode of 'The Office'."
Thursday, March 22, 2007
The New Guy Finds a Bride
Sophia and I have come to discover this past week that The New Guy has found himself a future bride.
This woman obviously doesn't know him very well!
Apparently after the month and 2 days they have been dating The New Guy is certain he's on the road to marriage, he has even begun talking about how he should pop the question. It is his belief that she is fully on board with the whole marriage thing and she would absolutely say yes at this very moment if he were to pop the question.
One of two things is happening, I believe.
A) This woman is so desperate to marry she has allowed herself to scrape the bottom of the barrel for a suitable candidate.
B) The New Guy is moving quick, this may be his last opportunity to marry a woman, he needs to snatch this one up before she gets to know the 'real' New Guy.
Personally, I believe it to be the latter of the two. At some point she's going to notice his purple lips and deformed eyebrow above his left eye.
In other news, I broke about a million rules today when I checked out The New Guys attendance out of curiosity. He had stated to Sophia and I he and his girlfriend were planning on flying to Vegas in May for a vacation. My evil twin getting the better of me, I knew he was just about out of sick time, so I looked to see if he was actually telling the truth.
Not!!
Not only does he NOT have any time left to take, but, he also has a verbal write up in his attendance file already. He will never make it to his anniversary date in September without missing any time.... I do not see a long term production floor future for this freak of nature.
I just hope he lasts long enough for me to see if he really does end up getting married, I'm seriously considering taking bets on the outcome.
This woman obviously doesn't know him very well!
Apparently after the month and 2 days they have been dating The New Guy is certain he's on the road to marriage, he has even begun talking about how he should pop the question. It is his belief that she is fully on board with the whole marriage thing and she would absolutely say yes at this very moment if he were to pop the question.
One of two things is happening, I believe.
A) This woman is so desperate to marry she has allowed herself to scrape the bottom of the barrel for a suitable candidate.
B) The New Guy is moving quick, this may be his last opportunity to marry a woman, he needs to snatch this one up before she gets to know the 'real' New Guy.
Personally, I believe it to be the latter of the two. At some point she's going to notice his purple lips and deformed eyebrow above his left eye.
In other news, I broke about a million rules today when I checked out The New Guys attendance out of curiosity. He had stated to Sophia and I he and his girlfriend were planning on flying to Vegas in May for a vacation. My evil twin getting the better of me, I knew he was just about out of sick time, so I looked to see if he was actually telling the truth.
Not!!
Not only does he NOT have any time left to take, but, he also has a verbal write up in his attendance file already. He will never make it to his anniversary date in September without missing any time.... I do not see a long term production floor future for this freak of nature.
I just hope he lasts long enough for me to see if he really does end up getting married, I'm seriously considering taking bets on the outcome.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Today on the production floor.....
Hedda Hopper used the bathroom and did not wash her hands.
I was completely disgusted.
After attending the morning meeting, a meeting in which I had consumed an entire 20oz bottle of Mt. Dew, I made a pit stop at the women's restroom. While in route I had seen Hedda enter the restroom.
My initial fear was of her stinking the place up before I had a chance to make it down there. There is nothing in the world worse then using a public restroom while someone in the next stall is taking a shit.
I now know there is one other public restroom nightmare that can rival this situation.
Hedda Hopper left the restroom WITHOUT washing her hands.
For the rest of the day I couldn't even look in her direction without this piece of knowledge coming back to haunt me. I will never be able to touch anything she has touched ever again.
I now know why she smelled like urine last week.
I was completely disgusted.
After attending the morning meeting, a meeting in which I had consumed an entire 20oz bottle of Mt. Dew, I made a pit stop at the women's restroom. While in route I had seen Hedda enter the restroom.
My initial fear was of her stinking the place up before I had a chance to make it down there. There is nothing in the world worse then using a public restroom while someone in the next stall is taking a shit.
I now know there is one other public restroom nightmare that can rival this situation.
Hedda Hopper left the restroom WITHOUT washing her hands.
For the rest of the day I couldn't even look in her direction without this piece of knowledge coming back to haunt me. I will never be able to touch anything she has touched ever again.
I now know why she smelled like urine last week.
Monday, March 19, 2007
The Skank Scandel
Spicegirl has taken it upon herself to rehire the tattooed up drug addict.
Ok, this is the woman whose attendance was so poor she would have been fired her last day if she hadn't chosen to voluntarily walk out.
This is the woman they WANT to bring back?
I'm at a loss.
What is it about these hopeless derelicts of society that people just want to bend over backwards for? Is it the notion that somehow they can 'make a difference' in their life? There by, hopeless derelict makes complete turn around and they become a martyr?
Whatever the reason, I don't believe for a second it's out of generosity and kindness.
Ok, this is the woman whose attendance was so poor she would have been fired her last day if she hadn't chosen to voluntarily walk out.
This is the woman they WANT to bring back?
I'm at a loss.
What is it about these hopeless derelicts of society that people just want to bend over backwards for? Is it the notion that somehow they can 'make a difference' in their life? There by, hopeless derelict makes complete turn around and they become a martyr?
Whatever the reason, I don't believe for a second it's out of generosity and kindness.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
The Natives are Restless
As with any production floor, change comes painfully and aggressively.
With the new business model, dictated by our new owners, also comes a new corporate structure. Where once my corporation consisted of 4 plants located in 4 different states, 2 of which fighting over corporate control, it now consists of many, many different plants located in many different countries, each and every one of them managing their own destiny.
Scary..... yet vindicating at the same time. It's about time.
The president of our new company, the vice president of North American operations, and a few other members of the upper crust were in house last Thursday for the official welcome ceremony.
As much as I would like to welcome them all with open arms and say "It's about fucking time!" I also feel hesitant in the situation, too many years of financial hardship and cut backs have hardened me. I've learned to not truly see anything as 'good', because, deep inside every single act of generosity is always a seed of evil.
Being a production manager has opened my eyes to this world. I see what happens behind the scenes, the conversations that occur, the reason behind everything. 'Spin a positive approach on the subject' they say.....
Little do they know how much it tears me apart inside to do such a thing when I KNOW it is not for a positive reason at all.
Alas, I digress... That was then, this is now.
So, the upper crust was in the plant on Thursday for our official welcoming ceremony. In the cafeteria we all sat, sweating our asses off, listening intently as one of the most charismatic people I've had witness to observe tell me about how wonderful his company is and how excited he was to have us all join his 'family'.
I wanted so badly to be able to think everything is going to be better from this point forward, but I can't. I just can't.
Only time will tell, and, I shall be traveling with a guarded heart.
I have also learned that I will be working for a new boss. The departments I head, in the new regime, no longer belong to the Quality group, we will at some point be listed as a Materials function. I anxiously await the announcement of who my new boss will be. Because this position had not existed under the old regime, we all sit on pins and needles waiting to see who will be the new Materials Manager.
I will be forced to quit my job if Big Dog is the individual nominated for this position. There is no way I could work for such a malcontent degenerate once again.
God have mercy on my soul.
With the new business model, dictated by our new owners, also comes a new corporate structure. Where once my corporation consisted of 4 plants located in 4 different states, 2 of which fighting over corporate control, it now consists of many, many different plants located in many different countries, each and every one of them managing their own destiny.
Scary..... yet vindicating at the same time. It's about time.
The president of our new company, the vice president of North American operations, and a few other members of the upper crust were in house last Thursday for the official welcome ceremony.
As much as I would like to welcome them all with open arms and say "It's about fucking time!" I also feel hesitant in the situation, too many years of financial hardship and cut backs have hardened me. I've learned to not truly see anything as 'good', because, deep inside every single act of generosity is always a seed of evil.
Being a production manager has opened my eyes to this world. I see what happens behind the scenes, the conversations that occur, the reason behind everything. 'Spin a positive approach on the subject' they say.....
Little do they know how much it tears me apart inside to do such a thing when I KNOW it is not for a positive reason at all.
Alas, I digress... That was then, this is now.
So, the upper crust was in the plant on Thursday for our official welcoming ceremony. In the cafeteria we all sat, sweating our asses off, listening intently as one of the most charismatic people I've had witness to observe tell me about how wonderful his company is and how excited he was to have us all join his 'family'.
I wanted so badly to be able to think everything is going to be better from this point forward, but I can't. I just can't.
Only time will tell, and, I shall be traveling with a guarded heart.
I have also learned that I will be working for a new boss. The departments I head, in the new regime, no longer belong to the Quality group, we will at some point be listed as a Materials function. I anxiously await the announcement of who my new boss will be. Because this position had not existed under the old regime, we all sit on pins and needles waiting to see who will be the new Materials Manager.
I will be forced to quit my job if Big Dog is the individual nominated for this position. There is no way I could work for such a malcontent degenerate once again.
God have mercy on my soul.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Today in the Production Managers Meeting
The Production Managers have come up with a wild new scent for the season, it will be named 'Ripped Ass'.
Upon entering the conference room this morning, Calamity Jane immediately began to gripe about how she had to "rip her team a new ass" for recent human relations situations. Naturally, the rest of us laughed at her outburst and offered little support.
"I could tell something was going on..... A very distinct odor has emanated from your area," Big Dog was the first to comment between the snickers and giggles.
"Yes, it IS a very distinct odor, isn't it. That's what we, in the profession, would like to call 'Essence of Ripped Ass'," Mr. Brownstar snorted as he tried in vain to hold back a laugh.
"Let's copy right that bad boy," Calamity Jane is now laughing, her anger beginning to subside.
The average employee on the production floor really has no idea how difficult it can be to be a production manager. Not only do you have the demands of the customer, your own superior, and a director of operations, but you also have the intricate and detailed demands of the several individuals who work for you.
The toughest part of your job is always the latter. It is defined for you what the customer needs are. You know, without doubt, what your boss expects out of you. When the director of operations heads your way it has already been determined this isn't going to go well.
But, with your employee, you are absolutely blindsided. Are they here to tattle tale on their fellow coworker? Are they here to scope information in their subtle (yet completely obvious) conversation? Are they trying to work the system, yet again, with a new loop hole they have discovered in the hand book?
It is these issues that push a production manager, like Calamity Jane, to their wits end, forcing them to, whether they want to or not, 'rip their team a new ass'.
Upon entering the conference room this morning, Calamity Jane immediately began to gripe about how she had to "rip her team a new ass" for recent human relations situations. Naturally, the rest of us laughed at her outburst and offered little support.
"I could tell something was going on..... A very distinct odor has emanated from your area," Big Dog was the first to comment between the snickers and giggles.
"Yes, it IS a very distinct odor, isn't it. That's what we, in the profession, would like to call 'Essence of Ripped Ass'," Mr. Brownstar snorted as he tried in vain to hold back a laugh.
"Let's copy right that bad boy," Calamity Jane is now laughing, her anger beginning to subside.
The average employee on the production floor really has no idea how difficult it can be to be a production manager. Not only do you have the demands of the customer, your own superior, and a director of operations, but you also have the intricate and detailed demands of the several individuals who work for you.
The toughest part of your job is always the latter. It is defined for you what the customer needs are. You know, without doubt, what your boss expects out of you. When the director of operations heads your way it has already been determined this isn't going to go well.
But, with your employee, you are absolutely blindsided. Are they here to tattle tale on their fellow coworker? Are they here to scope information in their subtle (yet completely obvious) conversation? Are they trying to work the system, yet again, with a new loop hole they have discovered in the hand book?
It is these issues that push a production manager, like Calamity Jane, to their wits end, forcing them to, whether they want to or not, 'rip their team a new ass'.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The Verbal Confrontation
My day has gone horribly this far, I must say.
I have gotten into a verbal confrontation with The Stickman today. If it wasn't for the fact that I am a lady, and a pleasant one, I would have kicked his ass. For a business manager, he has absolutely no clue what it takes to get the job done.
This is the worst kind of person to have as support for the production floor.
They sit in their protective cubicle all day, making promises to the customer we can not keep, hassling the production managers to live up to these impossible promises, then going to the director of operations when the production managers fail.
So there we stood, The Stickman and I, voices raised, everyone within earshot staring directly at the scene.
"That's not my problem. You need to make it work, not me," The Stickman is raising his voice, a tactic for taking command of a conversation.
"What do you mean it's not your problem? If I'm not mistaken, you are the reason why these parts are in this building to begin with. This PO is not set up correctly, if you want the parts reviewed, you will make sure this gets corrected." Raising my voice as well, I sure as hell was not going to let this jackass take command of the conversation.
Turning on his heel, he left red faced and angry. You could have heard a pin drop at this point.
Just once I would like to see one of these witless wonders walk a day in the production managers shoes and experience what life is like on the other side of the coin.
I have gotten into a verbal confrontation with The Stickman today. If it wasn't for the fact that I am a lady, and a pleasant one, I would have kicked his ass. For a business manager, he has absolutely no clue what it takes to get the job done.
This is the worst kind of person to have as support for the production floor.
They sit in their protective cubicle all day, making promises to the customer we can not keep, hassling the production managers to live up to these impossible promises, then going to the director of operations when the production managers fail.
So there we stood, The Stickman and I, voices raised, everyone within earshot staring directly at the scene.
"That's not my problem. You need to make it work, not me," The Stickman is raising his voice, a tactic for taking command of a conversation.
"What do you mean it's not your problem? If I'm not mistaken, you are the reason why these parts are in this building to begin with. This PO is not set up correctly, if you want the parts reviewed, you will make sure this gets corrected." Raising my voice as well, I sure as hell was not going to let this jackass take command of the conversation.
Turning on his heel, he left red faced and angry. You could have heard a pin drop at this point.
Just once I would like to see one of these witless wonders walk a day in the production managers shoes and experience what life is like on the other side of the coin.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Under New Management
It is official for the production floor, starting Monday, we will officially be known as .........
Yeah, like I'm going to tell you. >:]
I feel as though the production floor is breathing a sigh of relief at the moment. The company we had worked for has struggled financially for so many years. The production floor has dealt with massive lay off's, bankruptcy, credit holds, customer loss, down time, as a whole our plant has endured more in the past 4 years then many endure in an entire lifetime of employment.
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, I have to say.
The new company recognizes our struggles, sees our determination, and knows this is the type of work environment they need for their organization.
Amazingly, I feel as though I've weathered a storm, as if I can see the clear skies coming to view at last.
While I'm still cautious of things to come and changes that may befall us, I do know that our situation will only get better.
That's all any of us production employees can hope for.
As for the daily insights into the world of The Production Manager, the best is yet to come!
If you haven't noticed, with change you can almost assuredly expect conflict and rife to go hand in hand.
Yeah, like I'm going to tell you. >:]
I feel as though the production floor is breathing a sigh of relief at the moment. The company we had worked for has struggled financially for so many years. The production floor has dealt with massive lay off's, bankruptcy, credit holds, customer loss, down time, as a whole our plant has endured more in the past 4 years then many endure in an entire lifetime of employment.
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, I have to say.
The new company recognizes our struggles, sees our determination, and knows this is the type of work environment they need for their organization.
Amazingly, I feel as though I've weathered a storm, as if I can see the clear skies coming to view at last.
While I'm still cautious of things to come and changes that may befall us, I do know that our situation will only get better.
That's all any of us production employees can hope for.
As for the daily insights into the world of The Production Manager, the best is yet to come!
If you haven't noticed, with change you can almost assuredly expect conflict and rife to go hand in hand.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Going for the Kill
In many ways the hourly employees on the production floor are like a pack of wolves. Constantly on the hunt for the weak, the defenseless, the employee sitting next to them that may have looked at them crossly the day before or has some quality about them that they envy.
The leader of the pack is the loud one, the most abrasive one, the one that demands attention from anyone in their vicinity. The remainder of the pack are the followers, the wanna-be's, the employees that need the pack for acceptance and protection.
The prey is almost always the quiet employee, the employee that comes to work every day, does their job, and goes home without complaint. As a manager, the prey is what I seek to find, these are the keepers, the employees that can be relied upon in almost every situation.
Unfortunately, it is the pack that eventually antagonizes the good employees until they feel they can take it no longer, and quit.
A situation I've seen happen more then once. A situation I am intolerant of.
I was approached today by one of my receivers who felt the need to go into great detail to tell me her coworker, another receiver, was drunk, you could smell the stench of booze on her from a mile away.
As I sat there listening to what she was saying I couldn't help but get irritated by her.
First of all, I had spent the previous 2 hours with this individual in an IPC class. Oddly, the stench of booze didn't knock me out even though I was sitting a mere 24 inches from her. Nor did I notice any slurring in her speech as she participated in class.
Secondly, who was she? And, in what way was she qualified to condemn anyone without a thorough investigation?
Irritated and a little angry, I headed down to the HR office to consult our HR director on what actions I should take. While I know this woman is an alcoholic outside work, I did not believe she carried her problem with her to work nor had I noticed it affecting her ability to perform her job.
This, of course, spurned the investigation.
Now under surveillance, this poor receiver (without knowing anything at all out of the ordinary is happening) has been approached and talked to by the HR director, myself, and another manager to see if she is in fact under the influence of alcohol and therein committing a policy violation punishable by termination.
The findings?
She is NOT drunk. Just the newest object of prey for a pack of wolves.
The leader of the pack is the loud one, the most abrasive one, the one that demands attention from anyone in their vicinity. The remainder of the pack are the followers, the wanna-be's, the employees that need the pack for acceptance and protection.
The prey is almost always the quiet employee, the employee that comes to work every day, does their job, and goes home without complaint. As a manager, the prey is what I seek to find, these are the keepers, the employees that can be relied upon in almost every situation.
Unfortunately, it is the pack that eventually antagonizes the good employees until they feel they can take it no longer, and quit.
A situation I've seen happen more then once. A situation I am intolerant of.
I was approached today by one of my receivers who felt the need to go into great detail to tell me her coworker, another receiver, was drunk, you could smell the stench of booze on her from a mile away.
As I sat there listening to what she was saying I couldn't help but get irritated by her.
First of all, I had spent the previous 2 hours with this individual in an IPC class. Oddly, the stench of booze didn't knock me out even though I was sitting a mere 24 inches from her. Nor did I notice any slurring in her speech as she participated in class.
Secondly, who was she? And, in what way was she qualified to condemn anyone without a thorough investigation?
Irritated and a little angry, I headed down to the HR office to consult our HR director on what actions I should take. While I know this woman is an alcoholic outside work, I did not believe she carried her problem with her to work nor had I noticed it affecting her ability to perform her job.
This, of course, spurned the investigation.
Now under surveillance, this poor receiver (without knowing anything at all out of the ordinary is happening) has been approached and talked to by the HR director, myself, and another manager to see if she is in fact under the influence of alcohol and therein committing a policy violation punishable by termination.
The findings?
She is NOT drunk. Just the newest object of prey for a pack of wolves.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
A DAY WITHOUT PHOEBE
Phoebe is in IPC class today. The C.E.O from the new company is coming threw on a plant tour. Oh boy, it's a race to get things prepared. Prints in there place on my desk. The R.C.P. up on my computer screen. WHERE IS PHOEBE! She is an expert on speaking to these people. She knows the In's and out's.G.Q. has stars in his eyes over that hot guy that is in from FLA. He is totally goo-goo eyed over him.
They had the soup cook off today. The C.E.O. from the other company did some sampling. Very nice.G.Q. took 3rd place. The girls are fighting in receiving now Phoebe is gone. God when will
grown women wake up to reality? They want to stick the knife in each other's back. Maybe they should mud wrestle and get it over with. Tomorrow is another day.
They had the soup cook off today. The C.E.O. from the other company did some sampling. Very nice.G.Q. took 3rd place. The girls are fighting in receiving now Phoebe is gone. God when will
grown women wake up to reality? They want to stick the knife in each other's back. Maybe they should mud wrestle and get it over with. Tomorrow is another day.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
The Eternal Mr. Flame
From the corner of my eye I seen an exhilarated GQ headed toward my desk with a mysterious dark haired stranger.
"Hi Ladies, this is Mr. Flame. He's here from our corporate office," I could tell they had just come inside, the smell of the frigid Arctic air was thick. GQ was bundled inside a bright red goose down parka, several little feathers were beginning to work themselves free at the seams.
"Hi, nice to meet you," I smiled, laughing inwardly, Mr. Flame couldn't have picked a worse time to travel to the frozen tundra. Coming from Florida, this had to have been a shock to his system.
"Nice to meet you guys," Mr. Flame smiled a devilish womanizing smile, too bad his nose was cherry red from standing outside in the smoke shack. Seriously unprepared for the weather, Mr. Flame stood before us in a thin black leather jacket and loafers.
Anyone who has had the opportunity to work with a gay man can instantly recognize when he is feeling attracted to a man. In GQ's situation, it's visibly obvious.
There stood GQ, smiling from ear to ear, love struck look in his eye, showing off Mr. Flame like he is a prize to the world. I could almost hear his inner mind clicking with thoughts of Mr. Flame. Every sentence spoken from that point forward will reference the object of their infatuation, every situation experienced will NEED to involve that object of infatuation.
I hate to say it, but, it's very much like a woman's reaction.
In this situation, however, the physical attraction will be one sided. Mr. Flame is very heterosexual, from what I understand, and from what experiences GQ has passed along to me.
Let's just say, when GQ explained how he and Mr. Flame had gone to the bar to check out women's tits and find some 'action', I surmised 2 things.
I do have to wonder if Mr. Flame is getting a kick out of the attention he receives from GQ......
On a different note, the production floor as I know it will be undergoing a lot of changes in the days to come. With the sale of my company has come the expected worry and anticipation of new bosses, new rules, new everything. It seems this week is a week where everything will be culminating in the form of a quarterly SBR.
The upper crust are on pins and needles, each one of them worried about the visit from the 'new owners'.
I can't help but wonder what these people will think when they see Spicegirl for the first time, with the grey stripe in her unkempt hair and the pink corduroy pants, or The Director of Operations with his leopard print hair and dry personality.
Only time will tell.
But, I do know one thing, each and every one of them is afraid for their jobs, all anticipating the arrival of the 'new owners' is a beginning of an end.
"Hi Ladies, this is Mr. Flame. He's here from our corporate office," I could tell they had just come inside, the smell of the frigid Arctic air was thick. GQ was bundled inside a bright red goose down parka, several little feathers were beginning to work themselves free at the seams.
"Hi, nice to meet you," I smiled, laughing inwardly, Mr. Flame couldn't have picked a worse time to travel to the frozen tundra. Coming from Florida, this had to have been a shock to his system.
"Nice to meet you guys," Mr. Flame smiled a devilish womanizing smile, too bad his nose was cherry red from standing outside in the smoke shack. Seriously unprepared for the weather, Mr. Flame stood before us in a thin black leather jacket and loafers.
Anyone who has had the opportunity to work with a gay man can instantly recognize when he is feeling attracted to a man. In GQ's situation, it's visibly obvious.
There stood GQ, smiling from ear to ear, love struck look in his eye, showing off Mr. Flame like he is a prize to the world. I could almost hear his inner mind clicking with thoughts of Mr. Flame. Every sentence spoken from that point forward will reference the object of their infatuation, every situation experienced will NEED to involve that object of infatuation.
I hate to say it, but, it's very much like a woman's reaction.
In this situation, however, the physical attraction will be one sided. Mr. Flame is very heterosexual, from what I understand, and from what experiences GQ has passed along to me.
Let's just say, when GQ explained how he and Mr. Flame had gone to the bar to check out women's tits and find some 'action', I surmised 2 things.
- GQ must be totally infatuated if he's willing to peruse a bar to look at 'racks' and seek out 'action'
- Mr. Flame must be a horn dog in search of a bitch in heat if he's that willing to go bar hopping, gay man in tow, looking for 'action'
I do have to wonder if Mr. Flame is getting a kick out of the attention he receives from GQ......
On a different note, the production floor as I know it will be undergoing a lot of changes in the days to come. With the sale of my company has come the expected worry and anticipation of new bosses, new rules, new everything. It seems this week is a week where everything will be culminating in the form of a quarterly SBR.
The upper crust are on pins and needles, each one of them worried about the visit from the 'new owners'.
I can't help but wonder what these people will think when they see Spicegirl for the first time, with the grey stripe in her unkempt hair and the pink corduroy pants, or The Director of Operations with his leopard print hair and dry personality.
Only time will tell.
But, I do know one thing, each and every one of them is afraid for their jobs, all anticipating the arrival of the 'new owners' is a beginning of an end.
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