"I would like to go on record..."Usually when a supervisor hears those words they tend to cringe. Mine was no different. Walked in to work last night and seen the cluster fuck of all cluster fucks waiting for me. Spent the first fifteen minutes of the shift with the trucker (forklift operator) straightening out my work/dunnage area. While doing that I spotted some parts that had been run but were sitting idle in a 'temp rack' so I started on those while waiting for my usual parts to cycle around.After that is was 'business as usual'. The other side of the line gets a break in the action so they all just stand around with thumbs firmly planted in fourth points of contact. I'm moving like mad trying to get my parts packed out, made LOTS harder by a couple of quality alerts. Each and every tag needs to be marked with an 'X'. Apparently one color for each alert. That takes time. Even printing out a batch of tags in advance, they still have to be marked. While all of this is going on, ancillary parts are stacking up. Supervisor makes the rounds, sees the pile up, stops the line, makes everyone clear the backup. By then my parts had cycled back around and I was again moving like mad. The backup is cleared, then everyone vanishes. I'm still a rack and a half behind. Lunchtime. I approach the supervisor and say those infamous words, then clarify ending with "Any complaints or demands about my helping them will be met with derisive laughter." Supervisor has an angry look and says "We'll see about that." Figuring that I was going to be forced to help them anyway, I stalk back to my area to try getting caught up. Looked up to see the supervisor headed in our direction. Oh great, I'm gonna get an earful. Seems not. The other side gets the earful. One or two of them reluctantly wander over to 'help' just as I finish the run. The shift only got worse until clocking out time. I hope they like seeing me scowl, because I'll be doing that alot tonight. And all of it from my side. |
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I'd never heard that one before.
