I've learned some new ideas about work ethics.
Not adopted, by the way, just barely tolerated.
Such as; One and Done, Nothing New After Two, Nothing For Me After Three, Nothing More After Four.
Poor poetry, and not addressed in the schedule.
The "nuclear professionals" working for me have readily embraced these lyrical tenants.
I have found it virtually impossible to snap the tap root connecting their butts to the chairs in the break room.
The "one and done" is one work order per day. If that is one 24", 45 degree Rockwell globe isolation valve rebuild, it's a miracle or an alien intervention. If it happens to be a three quarter inch gate repack, somebody is taking a nap.
Unfortunately all of us are on a twelve hour schedule, and the "nothing new after two" means if I get done by two, I expect to sit in the break room until six thirty.
Let me be plain here. When I am on my tools, and the man gives me a work order and a brief, I get off my hind quarters, and go to work. The time doesn't matter, fair doesn't matter, what some one has or hasn't done doesn't matter, I have a contract that says I will be paid for the hours I work, so I work.
Not so my little lambs. I have given the task brief, asked for questions, given out the work order and then watched for an hour as the bull session continues.
I could have cooked an egg in the palm of my hand.
I got a news flash killer, if you get done at two and you will not accept more work, then you need to go home. If you don't want to work, you don't have too.
Those little poems display the attitude of "pay me but don't expect anything".
There are other games, Question it to death, only deal with one issue at a time (each separate issue requires a walk back to the break room and a break), and of course, I'm not qualified.
If someone brings me a problem, I will find them an answer, please use the phone. Our income depends on doing a better job than any of a dozen other contractors, and doing it in a timely and professional manner.
Childish poems do not a professional make.
I try to hold my temper, and mostly I can. Sometimes it just slops over the edges, and then we get the eruption. When we have a plan, don't change the plan with out telling me. I really hate having to explain why no one can be seen working on camera FOUR HOURS after I have ushered the entire crew through the briefs and sent them to work.
They thought they had a better idea......WRONG! That one slopped over the edges.
When an older team member decided to ignore safety and his work partner decided to let him, that went bad quick.
I have two levels of counseling on these matters, "a word of prayer" and "we're all gonna' come to Jesus"!
Ignoring safety will get you to the "come to Jesus" meeting quick.
I don't have the power to discipline, or fire. I can write a bad evaluation, which may effect pay or rehire. Unfortunately we can't get enough techs as it is.
So, for now, I will try to keep forcing my little kitty's into doing their jobs.
Working for a living isn't so bad, trying to get the unwilling to do their part sucks.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Herding cats
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Herding Cats
I am a little amazed by the amount of money that is dumped on me, on a weekly basis. I'm not complaining mind you, just amazed. It, most weeks, comes to about 2500 a week after taxes. I am riding herd on a bunch of over trained, under motivated retirees, who have collectively, more knowledge regarding smart remarks, bad attitudes, and valve lore than a whole school of engineering graduates.
I will say though, they hide their light under a bushel quite well.
Most I would allow to work on a clock, some of the others I wouldn't let touch a manure spreader.
Boring, however, never enters the picture.
I told a tech today, one that I actually like, that sometimes when you just keep pushing all the buttons, you find the one that sets the bomb off. Food for thought if nothing else. Another, that I am starting to really like, is a professional "grumpy old bastard", except that he hasn't managed to get under my skin yet, and he is obviously going for the reaction. He always speaks softly to me and will do most anything I ask. What else do you need? I am always in the field with them, something that some of the other supervisors don't do. Those other supervisors didn't get asked back and couldn't figure out why.
We have some new tech's that are young enough to make a name for them selves as "hands" if I ever get to pick my crew, or at least some of them, I am going to snag as many as I can. Then watch the grease fly.
I suppose my worth to the job comes from my knowledge of power plants and industrial safety. The other part is error prevention tools.
If I can I think I will try to get a slot at the Crane Valve School, and then work a dirt burner with them. More knowledge and more experience would be good on the resume.
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