I have the next 2 weeks off from work. Only wanted one of them, but oh well, they have a shut down at the factory that I am working at. That's this week. Next week is the week that I go spend with my father. I am debating leaving early and spending more time with Dad. I am sure that is what I will do, but I dread it. How is it that you can get a flight overseas cheaper than you can get a flight from one state to the next?
I am excited because I've finally talked him into taking me down to see Grandma V. She isn't well...and has developed some nasty conversational,
and behavioural habits. I've been prepped for the chance that she will say
some off colour things.
I'll get to see the rest of my family too and see my Great Grandmother's house. My Grandfather is living there now. I do believe I will be taking a lot of pictures this trip. I haven't even finished taking a roll of film here since my last visit. Lots of stress and my desire to not make the kids uncomfortable. But As soon as Nov 1 rolls around, the gloves are off. Pictures are on.
My immediate supervisor has refused to listen to my suggestion on how to
clean hooks. We hang things to be painted. The hooks get junked up where the gasket meets between the two metals, and causes parts to get thrown
away because when you hang a fresh part on the same hook that's all junked up, it doesn't get a proper paint job. It's difficult to explain. Just trust me.
Anyhow, I kept telling him I needed certain tools to do a better, more efficient job, and he basically told me, 'work with what you have here'. So I went out and bought my own tools and experimented and I can clean the paint and crud off of those parts faster than anyone, and the place where the gasket meets the fresh part, is all but perfect.
I've tried to explain to him, why this way works better, and why the way that he has the other shifts hammering the paint off, warps the parts, causes the edge to form a lip... getting in the way of the gasket... causing numerous difficulties...
He just refuses to listen. I joke with him, he jokes with me well enough, so I told him if he was smart, he'd see I didn't want credit for it, I was showing him what I've discovered and if he was a good supervisor, he'd find a way to make the system his.
He declined.
Well, I've just kept to myself, kept doing my job the way that I've found best, and accepting that there would be changing his mind. He doesn't care.
The head honcho of parts quality walked by me doing my job and took a look at my tools. Tools have a way of disappearing, so I told him that those were my personal tools. He asked me how I cleaned the parts and I jumped at the chance to show someone. After all, he's my boss' boss' boss.
After I showed him all the little ins and outs of how I did it, my supervisor comes over and he tells him, "This girl knows more about cleaning these parts than the guy who invented them." Considering that the guy who designed the parts also designed the WHOLE system of painting at our plant, and that the parts have to be of the utmost quality because they are for government use... I was sufficiently chuffed.
I rode high on that all day.
Anyhow, after I book my ticket, I'm probably travelling Wednesday, which means no journal entries until I return some 10-11 days later.
Posted by hawkie at July 2, 2006 11:56 PM