8.17.2005
Oh work. Sigh.
So I guess there is nothing exciting happening in my life (as usual) except for work. The past few days have been...well, strange. For some stupid reason that I cannot understand, the head supervisor on our shift took two weeks of holidays in the middle of the summer when he is needed the most. Last week was not a problem, as my shift was working on the day shift and therefore had the entire front office and other supervisors keeping an eye on us. Now that we started the night shift this week I have pretty much watched the entire organization crumble.
Now in order to understand what I am about to say I will give you some background information you might need to know. There are 3 supervisors on a shift. One who supervises the punches, another who supervises the collators and the head supervisor who runs the perfect binder while supervising the coiling, boxing and shipping area. Now because there is no head supervisor, we have no one supervising my area (coiling, boxing and shipping). Now you would think that the other two supervisors would work together to cover this area, but they just keep on supervising their own area. Adding to the problem, the front office did not really fill the other supervisors in on some of the tasks that they would have to perform during the head supervisors absence. Now this has led to some interesting events.
At the end of the shift last night, both the supervisors came up to me (the shipper) and asked if I knew how to shut down the plant. Me. I am the shipper! How am I supposed to know how to shut down the plant? I admit that I know alot about how everything works (maybe more so than the other two managers), but how would i know how to shutdown? Anyways, that was interesting.
Today I was bored out of my mind at work. There wasn't much to do. So I found these bands that had a peelable end and I started wearing one around my sleeve. As shipping dictator I decided to establish an army and therefore I managed to convince and "conquer" all the coilers and boxers and make them join my "army". I also made a alliance with the quality checkers and therefore my reign extended over 3/4's of the PSA part of the plant. I decided that I was going to annex the punchers, which left me with only the collators and the two supervisors. It was pretty amazing. I even made my own propagandist newspaper in which I wrote letters to my subjects concerning what was going on. Now by this time we were on pace to run out of work to do and so the punching supervisor starts to suggest that we might be sent home early.
Because many of us did not want to go home and lose a bunch of overtime, we decided that we had enough power (partially because i said that we should keep on going at least until we catch up and because the other two supervisors don't really know anything about our work) to resist being sent home early. But by the time 10 o'clock came around we were really starting to run out of work. Basically because none of the supervisors were making the call of wether to send people home or not, each boxer and coiler decided for him or herself if they wanted to go home than or not. I even saw a coiler go home at 9:30! Having a mixed opinion over such decisions, I nevertheless looked at it in a good way as those who wanted to stay would have work at least. Anyways, at 1:00am (third break) the collator supervisor comes up to me and asks, "Did a whole bunch of coilers and boxers leave at lunch?" And I'm thinking, " Your asking me this now? 3 Hours after it happened?" And so I explained the situation to him and he didn't seem to happy. I wouldn't either, as basically everyone was goofing off and not working the entire night. It kind of looked like a zoo (no jokes). It was a mess. Obviously we need the two supervisors to either pay attention or we need another supervisor for my area. We also need a supervisor to make the decision on whether to send people home or not. The incompetence sometimes.
I'm pretty sure that as dictator, I should be made supervisor. I know more of what is going on concerning the boxing and coiling area as well as how everything works altogether, and if things don't change, the entire organization will probably burn down to the ground. All too crazy people up in there.
Anyways, until the next time, out.
Now in order to understand what I am about to say I will give you some background information you might need to know. There are 3 supervisors on a shift. One who supervises the punches, another who supervises the collators and the head supervisor who runs the perfect binder while supervising the coiling, boxing and shipping area. Now because there is no head supervisor, we have no one supervising my area (coiling, boxing and shipping). Now you would think that the other two supervisors would work together to cover this area, but they just keep on supervising their own area. Adding to the problem, the front office did not really fill the other supervisors in on some of the tasks that they would have to perform during the head supervisors absence. Now this has led to some interesting events.
At the end of the shift last night, both the supervisors came up to me (the shipper) and asked if I knew how to shut down the plant. Me. I am the shipper! How am I supposed to know how to shut down the plant? I admit that I know alot about how everything works (maybe more so than the other two managers), but how would i know how to shutdown? Anyways, that was interesting.
Today I was bored out of my mind at work. There wasn't much to do. So I found these bands that had a peelable end and I started wearing one around my sleeve. As shipping dictator I decided to establish an army and therefore I managed to convince and "conquer" all the coilers and boxers and make them join my "army". I also made a alliance with the quality checkers and therefore my reign extended over 3/4's of the PSA part of the plant. I decided that I was going to annex the punchers, which left me with only the collators and the two supervisors. It was pretty amazing. I even made my own propagandist newspaper in which I wrote letters to my subjects concerning what was going on. Now by this time we were on pace to run out of work to do and so the punching supervisor starts to suggest that we might be sent home early.
Because many of us did not want to go home and lose a bunch of overtime, we decided that we had enough power (partially because i said that we should keep on going at least until we catch up and because the other two supervisors don't really know anything about our work) to resist being sent home early. But by the time 10 o'clock came around we were really starting to run out of work. Basically because none of the supervisors were making the call of wether to send people home or not, each boxer and coiler decided for him or herself if they wanted to go home than or not. I even saw a coiler go home at 9:30! Having a mixed opinion over such decisions, I nevertheless looked at it in a good way as those who wanted to stay would have work at least. Anyways, at 1:00am (third break) the collator supervisor comes up to me and asks, "Did a whole bunch of coilers and boxers leave at lunch?" And I'm thinking, " Your asking me this now? 3 Hours after it happened?" And so I explained the situation to him and he didn't seem to happy. I wouldn't either, as basically everyone was goofing off and not working the entire night. It kind of looked like a zoo (no jokes). It was a mess. Obviously we need the two supervisors to either pay attention or we need another supervisor for my area. We also need a supervisor to make the decision on whether to send people home or not. The incompetence sometimes.
I'm pretty sure that as dictator, I should be made supervisor. I know more of what is going on concerning the boxing and coiling area as well as how everything works altogether, and if things don't change, the entire organization will probably burn down to the ground. All too crazy people up in there.
Anyways, until the next time, out.
:: posted by craig, 02:52
4 Comments:
I don't know how i feel about you being dictator over anything...As long as you don't take these ideas to Redeemer (especially the student senate given your position as treasurer) i think i'm alright with it.
no need to worry, yet. i am all for working as a team. if such institutions fail, than i will reconsider proclaiming myself...president. hahaha. watch out j.cooper!
Very sad to hear that the plant is falling apart without me - but I'm glad to see the dictator side in you come out. Straighten that place up! I think it's about time you kick Mr. G out of his position and take over that joint. (easy for me to say now that my bi-weekly pay cheques don't count on his signature)Anyway, glad to hear you guys are having fun if nothing else. :P
You're a dangerous man, Craig, a dangerous man. What's after Premier and Redeemer? Ancaster Church (big grin) ~rev.gvp
