Woefully Inadequate Preparation
Useless knowledge when you’re about to be cut.
This occurred while I was working as a
quality control inspector at a steel coating plant near Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania. I was sitting at my desk filling out paperwork–paperwork
that I’m sure was vital to the daily functioning of the plant, and not
be interrupted–when the crane operator, Jim, burst into the office.
“We have a problem,” he barked.
Jim tended to have problems more days than not. Urgent problems.
Urgent problems of all varieties. (I could tell it was urgent because
Jim was using his urgent voice. His urgent voice was similar to his
whiny voice, but an octave higher.)
I looked around the office to discover I was the only one there. Crap.
“Houston,” I said to him.
“What?”
“When you burst into a room to exclaim that you have a problem, you’re supposed to say, ‘Houston, we have a problem.'”
“But we’re not in Houston.”
Note: nobody gets me.
“Never mind. What’s the problem?” I asked with genuinely feigned interest.
“Look at this,” he said as he shoved his phone at me. It was a picture of some temp workers standing outside on a smoke break.
“It’s a picture of some temp workers standing outside on a smoke break.” I said.
“You don’t see the problem?” He was incredulous.
“The threat of emphysema?”
“Look closer.” He shoved the phone at me again.
“Okay. They’re all smoking cigarettes, except for that little guy who seems to be holding…a crack pipe.”
“So you understand the problem now?”
“He’s not sharing with the others?”
“This is serious,” he snapped.
“Selfishness is a serious problem, Jim,” I admonished him.
“I can’t be operating a crane out there with people running around all hopped up on drugs.”
“Do people still use the phrase hopped up?”
“Are you going to do something or not?”
To find out if I did anything....
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