Today was an eleven hour day at work. I got into the factory at three in the afternoon and split the scene at two in the morning. I need all the overtime I can get these days. My bills are starting to pile up and this bothers me.

Production of printed circuitboards has slowed up yet again so my boss, Shamu, has loaned me out for a couple of weeks to the hand load lines. I’ve worked building PC boards by hand numerous times before, for weeks at a time. The last time she sent me out there I worked for a solid month before coming back to the robots. Sometimes the change is nice. Breaks up the monotony. I didn’t miss my boss at all the last time she sent me out there.

Just when I thought I really knew what I was doing, the rug got pulled out from under me. A couple of the grouchy old ladies that work on the PC board lines all of a sudden decided to tell me that most of the PC boards I had been building were coming back for rework, and that’s a big problem. Rework makes people frown down upon you. Apparently this had been happening for some time but none of these dummies bothered to tell me about it. How can I learn from my mistakes if you don’t tell me about it? They didn’t save any of the work for me to repair, which is really the best way for me to learn. It’s kind of like when a puppy poops on the floor of your house and you rub their nose in it so they learn not to do that again. Anyway since they didn’t save the messed up PC boards I couldn’t see what it was specifically that I did incorrectly.

The whole thing bugged me because I thought I was doing solid work, so I decided to investigate on my own. The old ladies weren’t being very helpful anyway. I tracked down some of the paperwork on the improperly built boards in Auto-Test and noticed right away that the handwriting wasn’t mine. It was some other factory peasant that coincidentally had the same first name as me. Turns out none of the boards they were complaining about had ever been touched by me. Even though I made this discovery and took the info back to the line and showed these pea-brains they got the wrong guy, I got alot of attitude about it from this one sawed-off big mouth named Lorraine. That’s the problem with some of the PC board lines here. They’re chock full of old women under five foot two with low IQs and big mouths. I like working on their line, but I don’t care for most of the people.

They better let that other factory peasant know about the quality of his work otherwise he will continue making the same mistakes, and I might get blamed for it again. It only took me like ten minutes to figure out who was causing the problems on their boards. They obviously are too stupid to get the feedback to the right person.


~ by factorypeasant on September 25, 2004.

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