Sparky

If you complain loud enough, long enough, someone in Bill and Dave’s company might hear you.

The Ergonomics department decided to set up an appointment between Gary, myself, and two Ergo engineers to discuss the confiscated Hubie cart situation and come up with a rapid solution. My back and neck were giving me alot of grief since we were forced to work with the shorter instrument carts. I was angry about that and even more angry these people threw out what I considered to be useful equipment without even asking anyone on the line for their opinions first.

Sparky is a white haired man who walks with a severe limp. I see him from time to time waddling down the hallways of our building. I have no idea if his hip was crushed or if he’s got a bad leg but I figure his injury was job related. Most of the time he wears a plain white t-shirt and jeans. If he was bald he would look alot like Mr. Clean. He’s a senior engineer in the safety department and although I haven’t had much if any real dealings with him, I just don’t like the man. At our appointment Sparky brought along with him a new-hire fresh out of engineering school. I smelled rookie as soon as I saw the guy. I didn’t catch his name. He’s got glasses and curly blondish hair and a very boyish face. Looks like he could have still been in high school. I am highly suspect of green engineers. I’ve seen too many of them come out of college and arrive as a software engineer, or an electrical or mechanical engineer and completely fail on the job in no time. The problem is they’re all incredibly book smart and know their theory well, but many of them can’t make the leap from their college textbooks and theory into the real world. Those that do make the leap generally turn out to be kick ass engineers. It’s a 50-50 chance of trial by fire, I guess.

We explained to Sparky and the new Ergo engineer guy that we were experiencing physical pain on a daily basis because of using our new, shorter instrument carts that are supposedly “safe” from tipping over. And we proposed an immediate solution. Put in an order with a local fabrication shop to build a half dozen carts with the taller specs. Gary and I reasoned that this should only cost a couple hundred bucks. Neither one of us wanted to see company money wasted on some elaborate ergonomic solution that would take many months to put in place. Sparky and his shadow thought it over for a few minutes and told us they’d get back to us soon. This was all they would say to us and I was aggrivated about it. I wanted instant closure and get a timeframe of when we would have proper equipment back on the line. That didn’t seem like too much to ask.

Punks.

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~ by factorypeasant on June 15, 2005.

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