Davids log supplemental: This past Friday I get an email. The great and powerful customer is not pleased and wants a conference call to discuss issues with my newest set of employees on the field services crew. One man is seasoned the other two are green. All three are in brand new roles. The seasoned man is now the leader of the bunch. Prior to a situation that left me with three less men he was the youngest/lower of the crew. He has quite a bit of experience working but none leading people. Then I have my other two that are both young and eager to work on my crew. Circumstances had them in less than desirable positions. We sent the wrong gaskets for radiators. They didnt discover the error until oil was presenting itself. Then the customer is wanting a full turn key solution. As long as I have been there we have never had to do such. We are running a new set of tests. The young man who I have asked to do the testing is extremely bright. He could be smarter than Einstein and still not know what to do in these circumstance. Hesitation and uncertainty have left the customer wondering if we are capable of the work. They require a badge. Someone with brains in other words. The plant sends me instead. I am the expert. The man with the knowledge. Poor dumb ignorant bast**ds have no clue. I present well is all I do. JP has the knowledge to do the tests. He is now my expert on testing. He will test once and know what to do from here on out. He is that good. I fly out the next day, Saturday and arrive with the only other remaining member of the field services crew with experience. He is JA the best welder I have and rivals any others in the plant. Sunday morning we are to process the oil into the Plainview transformer. I wake and grab what I think is my toothpaste and squirt it on my toothpaste. Let me back up here and tell you about my feelings that I need to carry cortisone cream with me when I go to Guatemala. Yes. I used the anti-itch stuff on my toothbrush briefly before I decided it just wasnt minty enough. My tongue doesnt itch by the way. I get to the car and see I am waiting on J. I call. I call again. I call his room. Frustrated I go to his room and bang on the door. Nothing. Well he must have issues. This is unlike him to have me wait for him. I go to the front desk to explain that my friend has fallen and cant get up unless he lets me in the room. He calls as I am at the front desk. He was in the shower. Now we are about to be running late. We are in a rental. Anyone ever drive a Sonata? Well I was rolling down the road trying to stay close to the 75 MPH speed limit. I look up and see blue lights in the rear view mirror. Curses! Do I floor it and try to get away? Well no! I am not a criminal. I pull over and turn on the interior lights. Hands on the steering wheel and hope he doesnt drag me out and taze me or something. Let me start a new paragraph and tell you how the law enforcement in Texas are awesome people. I was given a written warning and asked to slow down. This is the second time this has happened to me in Texas. I thank him and we are rolling again. This time we are doing 74 MPH. We have typical oil processing and all is well. Fast forward to yesterday, Monday. All is great. All that is left to do is testing. JP has this. I cant help him other than moral support. He is young and could probably use it, but the call to come home is stronger than his needs. He is after all good at this kind of stuff. He is good period. I discuss the upcoming issues with the QA at the plant and I will be bringing TM home with me to send him on a separate journey to catch up with some of the things we are behind in. I log onto the net and go to my preferred carrier. No flights available from Amarillo to Jackson! Curses. I try my second preferred carrier. No flights available! NO!!! I see there are flights available the following day but these are all sold out. I try another! Nothing! Another and I am out of options! NOTHING! So I log onto Expedia and enter my desires for flights. They send me to Dallas Ft Worth to Atlanta to Jackson for an acceptable amount of money. The first leg of my flight is on my preferred carrier. The second and third leg are on a non preferred carrier. My first leg they treat me like royalty. I get Sapphire loading. Priority access and even TSA give me a bye and I dont have to opt out of the background scanner thing. The second leg of the flight is where I am now. I am not a very small person yall. I weigh 210 pounds of raw manliness. But the man who is in the seat beside me has to be somewhere around 4-500 pounds. He has already raised the bar between the seats and is encroaching on my seat almost halfway. Dammit boy! I neglected to tell you I had two bottles of wine on the flight where they love me. I could see I will need two more bottles to get me to Atlanta. I smile as I put my bag in the overhead bin. The announcement states this will be a full flight. No chance of getting another seat. So I just drop into my side, whats left of it, and wedge myself in. My left shoulder is hanging out into the aisle and causes the attendants issues as they push their carts past. They say nothing as they smile and push by. Bless their hearts. As the neighbors beside me get up to allow the third person in beside the window they cant help but put their rear ends in my face. This is hell flight 167 to Atlanta. But I am headed home to Dixie. God bless the USA!!!
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 22:53:13 +0000
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