A Boring (Maybe) Saturday Night.
Here it is, Saturday night, and I'm stuck at work. It makes for very boring Saturday nights.
Since I haven't said to much about what I do for a living, I thought I would go into some more detail tonight.
My resume states that I am a "manufacturing and production professional". Currently, and I hope for some time, I work for a contract sterilizer of medical and pharmaceutical equipment. I supervise 2 shifts of 5 workers on each shift. As luck would have it, I supervise the 2 weekend crews.
This means I have to be here for a good portion of the weekend, plus I have to come in for meetings, and the like during the week.
I have managed or supervised for several different companies. I hope to someday get a break and make my way up the food chain. The company I currently work for may be my best chance yet.
The only drawback to my job is, well, A lot of the time I feel like a baby sitter. I have a few people who are excellent, but a few that are just not......Well,they're not.
Flashback time.
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This is the story of Malibu and Beanie. I call them that because their personalities. Gangsta gets his name because he is exactly like the guy in "Malibou's Most Wanted". A lilly white boy that wanted to be a rapper. Beanie gets his name from drinking 4 pots of coffee a day.
The two could not work together very well, and on a small crew, it was impossible to keep them separated. Things came to a head one day when it was really hot, and really humid, and really miserable to work in.
There was about 1 hour left in the 12 hour shift, when I heard some yelling coming from the unload side of the line. I looked up to see Beanie shoving his face into Malibou's yelling, "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!!" I was over there in 2 seconds, actually quite a feat for my short legs.
I got in between them, told them to back off, and sent them to different positions. Malibu went to the other side, I told Beanie to keep his mouth shut for the time being. As I look to the other side, there was Malibu with his shirt ripped off. Quite a feat for a skinny white boy. He has his hand raised above his head, yelling, "WHASSUP!! WHASSUP!!!". I shook my head, went over and told him to go home.
He goes to the time clock, and stands there. I look at Big Al. (Big Al earned his name honestly, 6'7" and a biscuit shy of 400lbs) I asked him to go see what was going on while I talked to Beanie.
After I got done with Beanie, which all he kept saying was, "yes, Sir. Yes, Sir", I asked Big Al what that was going on with Malibu. He said Malibu knew if he missed any more time he would be let go, so he was waiting till the end of the shift to clock out. Big Al had told him to go on home. You don't argue with Big Al.
The next day I straightened it out, gave official reprimand to both, and called it case closed. God, do heat and testosterone not go together.
unfortunately, the next weekend, Malibu was involved in a high speed chase with police and lost. His car got wrapped around a tree at 90 mph. Such a waste.
That is what I mean about baby sitting.
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On a bright note, BH called, and she said she can't wait till I get home. (wink, wink)
Maybe it won't be so boring after all.
Later,
Deej
Since I haven't said to much about what I do for a living, I thought I would go into some more detail tonight.
My resume states that I am a "manufacturing and production professional". Currently, and I hope for some time, I work for a contract sterilizer of medical and pharmaceutical equipment. I supervise 2 shifts of 5 workers on each shift. As luck would have it, I supervise the 2 weekend crews.
This means I have to be here for a good portion of the weekend, plus I have to come in for meetings, and the like during the week.
I have managed or supervised for several different companies. I hope to someday get a break and make my way up the food chain. The company I currently work for may be my best chance yet.
The only drawback to my job is, well, A lot of the time I feel like a baby sitter. I have a few people who are excellent, but a few that are just not......Well,they're not.
Flashback time.
-----------
This is the story of Malibu and Beanie. I call them that because their personalities. Gangsta gets his name because he is exactly like the guy in "Malibou's Most Wanted". A lilly white boy that wanted to be a rapper. Beanie gets his name from drinking 4 pots of coffee a day.
The two could not work together very well, and on a small crew, it was impossible to keep them separated. Things came to a head one day when it was really hot, and really humid, and really miserable to work in.
There was about 1 hour left in the 12 hour shift, when I heard some yelling coming from the unload side of the line. I looked up to see Beanie shoving his face into Malibou's yelling, "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!!" I was over there in 2 seconds, actually quite a feat for my short legs.
I got in between them, told them to back off, and sent them to different positions. Malibu went to the other side, I told Beanie to keep his mouth shut for the time being. As I look to the other side, there was Malibu with his shirt ripped off. Quite a feat for a skinny white boy. He has his hand raised above his head, yelling, "WHASSUP!! WHASSUP!!!". I shook my head, went over and told him to go home.
He goes to the time clock, and stands there. I look at Big Al. (Big Al earned his name honestly, 6'7" and a biscuit shy of 400lbs) I asked him to go see what was going on while I talked to Beanie.
After I got done with Beanie, which all he kept saying was, "yes, Sir. Yes, Sir", I asked Big Al what that was going on with Malibu. He said Malibu knew if he missed any more time he would be let go, so he was waiting till the end of the shift to clock out. Big Al had told him to go on home. You don't argue with Big Al.
The next day I straightened it out, gave official reprimand to both, and called it case closed. God, do heat and testosterone not go together.
unfortunately, the next weekend, Malibu was involved in a high speed chase with police and lost. His car got wrapped around a tree at 90 mph. Such a waste.
That is what I mean about baby sitting.
------
On a bright note, BH called, and she said she can't wait till I get home. (wink, wink)
Maybe it won't be so boring after all.
Later,
Deej
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