Things You See at Work

[Brains]

That conventional wisdom isn't followed where I work, and it has honestly worked out pretty well. Lots of nepotism here, to the point there's three generations and lots of relatives throughout the business. Not a single family either, there's a few. More than one family has started by people who met at work too.

 

[Vaquero]

Haven't seen anything eventful and that's how I like it. I'm my profession.... we don't like events

Yep. Boring is good.

 

[bbbass]

What is this "work" thing???

 

[Vaquero]

What is this "work" thing???

It's what able people do to keep America afloat.

 

[Sam7sf]

Never crap where you eat.

Of course for sure. Even if I was single I would not. By would not I just mean I’ll flip a coin. Heads take her on a date. Tails take her on a date.

 

[Axxe55]

One shop where I transferred to as a supervisor, there at that shop was female mechanic that worked there. She was a top-notch mechanic too, but she was, let's say a bit rough around the edges! My guys in the shop were a bit scared of her as well. She chewed tobacco, and wore overalls to work everyday, and could cuss and make most sailors blush!

I didn't have to worry about any of the guys in the shop fraternizing with her in the least!

 

[cycleguy2300]

A driver (Not saying he had been drinking, but it was just after 2am..) in a sedan with a sunroof, not wearing a seat belt, attempted to take the on ramp and bumped the guardrail. The bump likely skooched him down and apparently he floored the accelerator. He shot across a 3 lane highway, struck the concrete divider at about a 45° angle, ricocheting the car back onto the highway as it flipped. Remember the no seat belt and sunroof? The driver, unseat-belted now flops to what was the roof and is now the floor. Mr. No-Seat-Belt-Man's arm goes through the now broken glass of the sunroof and gets trapped under the car as it slides down the highway. When I got there his arm was still attached, but at an odd angle, he was asking why his arm hurt. "Well dude, its under the car..." How much longer he kept it I cannot say, but it looked pretty bad once fire got the car lifted enough to get him out and into the ambulance.

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[tsugsr]

A driver (Not saying he had been drinking, but it was just after 2am..) in a sedan with a sunroof, not wearing a seat belt, attempted to take the on ramp and bumped the guardrail. The bump likely skooched him down and apparently he floored the accelerator. He shot across a 3 lane highway, struck the concrete divider at about a 45° angle, ricocheting the car back onto the highway as it flipped. Remember the no seat belt and sunroof? The driver, unseat-belted now flops to what was the roof and is now the floor. Mr. No-Seat-Belt-Man's arm goes through the now broken glass of the sunroof and gets trapped under the car as it slides down the highway. When I got there his arm was still attached, but at an odd angle, he was asking why his arm hurt. "Well dude, its under the car..." How much longer he kept it I cannot say, but it looked pretty bad once fire got the car lifted enough to get him out and into the ambulance.

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had an intoxicated driver run a stop sign and run right into the concret pad of a houses porch. He managed to crawl 30-40 yards away and when I found him, he said his leg hurt....I told him his foot was pointed the wrong way thanks to a compound fracture of his femur. He asked “Is that bad?” Lol


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[cycleguy2300]

had an intoxicated driver run a stop sign and run right into the concret pad of a houses porch. He managed to crawl 30-40 yards away and when I found him, he said his leg hurt....I told him his foot was pointed the wrong way thanks to a compound fracture of his femur. He asked “Is that bad?” Lol


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Ouch. Femurs take a lot of force to break and the loose ends can do bad things to arteries... when you see the skin twist mid thigh, yikes

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[bbbass]

It's what (some) able people do to keep America themselves afloat.

FIFY

I highly doubt my motivation was EVER to keep America afloat, although that is a wonderful byproduct for the economy and the country. But sigh, that was long ago and my memories of it grow dim, like the moon on a foggy day.

 

[Axxe55]

Ouch. Femurs take a lot of force to break and the loose ends can do bad things to arteries... when you see the skin twist mid thigh, yikes

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Worst on the job injury I ever got was being run over with a forklift, getting trapped in between it and a large industrial shelf unit, which broke my leg in two places, several ribs, one of which punctured my lung.

The trip to the ER in the ambulance was exciting though.

 

[benenglish]

When I worked night audit at a hotel I liked watching the hooker's come through the lobby

Reminds me of one time I was on a work trip to Vegas and got deathly ill. A call to my doc back home resulted in a prescription to a Vegas pharmacy that would deliver because I was way too sick to go looking for the pharmacy.

So I sat at the front of the motel for over an hour waiting for the delivery and watched the hookers come through. What impressed me was the strict adherence to themes. One was dressed all in schoolgirl clothes, all bright pink, driving a full-custom Jeep where every surface was that same bright, Barbie pink. One arrived via limo and had the whole "hot executive" outfit on. One arrived in an all-black classic Camaro with chains and skulls as trim pieces; she was in full dominatrix gear under a black leather coat, lugging a leather duffel full of some sort of equipment that made lots of clanking noises. One arrived in a lifted Dodge Ram and hopped out wearing, of course, daisy dukes, a flannel top tied across her belly, boots, and a straw hat.

No, it wasn't Halloween.

 

[benenglish]

I can remember as supervisor and a manager having to sit through more than a few of those types of meetings. I hated them.

I believe I was the first person in my bureau to be formally placed on warning for sexual harassment back in ~1983 after the criteria for an offense changed from the "reasonable person" criteria to the "perception of the victim" criteria. The particulars are illustrative.

On a Friday afternoon, I got on an elevator that was already occupied by two women, one a secretary and the other a Division Chief. We exchanged hellos. The executive asked how I was and I made the mistake of answering. "Well, let's see. It's a beautiful Friday afternoon, I'm about to get off work, and in the meantime I'm confined in a small room with two beautiful women. I don't see how life could be better!"

Executive peers over her glasses and pointedly informs me that's exactly the sort of language that constitutes sexual harassment, something I should have learned in the class I'd attended that very week. The door to the elevator opens and she steps off. When the doors close, the secretary turns to me and askss "What the hell is her problem?"

It turns out that she had gone straight to HR and filed a complaint. The next Monday I was formally counseled. I promised my boss I wouldn't do it again and she was happy with that. So was the "victim", an executive 4 levels above me who, from any practical perspective, it was impossible for me to harass. That took are of the immediate problem.

My long term strategy?

I became a POSH Instructor. That's "Prevention of Sexual Harassment" instructor.

It's amazing how much leeway you're allowed when you're the one teaching everyone else how to obey the rules. The thing I enjoyed most was sharing, with every class, the story of my interaction with that executive. I never used her name but eventually people pieced it together and knew who I was talking about. And in every class, I got the same reaction: "What the hell was the matter with her? You didn't do anything bad!" I got to turn that into a teachable moment, stressing to everyone that under the new criteria, sexual harassment isn't something you do; it's something the other person thinks about you.

Yeah, for the most part the classes I taught were a boring waste of time. However, I know for a fact that I helped several people dodge a bullet or two because they now understood that the definition of "sexual harassment" had formally changed. Nobody at my level liked it but at least forewarned is forearmed.

 

[Axxe55]

I believe I was the first person in my bureau to be formally placed on warning for sexual harassment back in ~1983 after the criteria for an offense changed from the "reasonable person" criteria to the "perception of the victim" criteria. The particulars are illustrative.

On a Friday afternoon, I got on an elevator that was already occupied by two women, one a secretary and the other a Division Chief. We exchanged hellos. The executive asked how I was and I made the mistake of answering. "Well, let's see. It's a beautiful Friday afternoon, I'm about to get off work, and in the meantime I'm confined in a small room with two beautiful women. I don't see how life could be better!"

Executive peers over her glasses and pointedly informs me that's exactly the sort of language that constitutes sexual harassment, something I should have learned in the class I'd attended that very week. The door to the elevator opens and she steps off. When the doors close, the secretary turns to me and askss "What the hell is her problem?"

It turns out that she had gone straight to HR and filed a complaint. The next Monday I was formally counseled. I promised my boss I wouldn't do it again and she was happy with that. So was the "victim", an executive 4 levels above me who, from any practical perspective, it was impossible for me to harass. That took are of the immediate problem.

My long term strategy?

I became a POSH Instructor. That's "Prevention of Sexual Harassment" instructor.

It's amazing how much leeway you're allowed when you're the one teaching everyone else how to obey the rules. The thing I enjoyed most was sharing, with every class, the story of my interaction with that executive. I never used her name but eventually people pieced it together and knew who I was talking about. And in every class, I got the same reaction: "What the hell was the matter with her? You didn't do anything bad!" I got to turn that into a teachable moment, stressing to everyone that under the new criteria, sexual harassment isn't something you do; it's something the other person thinks about you.

Yeah, for the most part the classes I taught were a boring waste of time. However, I know for a fact that I helped several people dodge a bullet or two because they now understood that the definition of "sexual harassment" had formally changed. Nobody at my level liked it but at least forewarned is forearmed.

As much as I hated attending the meetings to be "informed" of newer company policies, and sensitivity training. I hated even more having to relay all this crap to my guys in the shop. They hated the crap.

Most of the older guys in the shop, had grown up working in smaller shops and were, well, men! Men sometimes tell off-color, or crude jokes. Most of the mechanics I had been around were, well men, and acted like men!

I pretty much knew when I saw the writing on the wall, of how things were changing within the shop environment, that it wouldn't be long before I knew I had to get out. The money just wasn't worth it anymore.

They had me training future shop managers on how to run a shop. They had me training techs just coming out of trade schools to replace my older techs. More and more "feel good" training every week. And seeing much of what I have seen in the news over the last several years, I can only imagine it's gotten much worse since I left. I'm glad I left now. It went from supervising and managing mechanics and keeping a fleet productive and safe, to being a babysitter and a referee!

 

[Texasgordo]

I drive a truck so it's usually pretty boring except for bad weather and occasional traffic accident.

 

[Axxe55]

I drive a truck so it's usually pretty boring except for bad weather and occasional traffic accident.

I worked on trucks. It would have been boring if not for the loose nuts behind the steering wheel!

I kid TG!

 

[Texasgordo]

I worked on trucks. It would have been boring if not for the loose nuts behind the steering wheel!

I kid TG!

I'm not going to disagree with you, there's a lot of steering wheel holders who shouldn't have a CDL.

 

[deemus]

I was invited to Vegas by a client, it was free so I went. Picked up at the airport by a limo and taken to Caesars. The VIP party was that night and I got to meet and hang out with a couple of singers, a very famous bikini model and various other sports and entertainment types.

In a weird turn of events, I became close friends with Kato Kalin for about 3 hours. Extremely funny dude. We laughed and talked about all kinds of stuff. I was able to keep from asking him about OJ. Little guy can drink.

One of my all time favorite weekends. Got to have my pic taken with a Super Bowl trophy and the Dancing with the Stars trophy.

 

[Dad_Roman]

Things I see at work eh?

Well....here we go...

 

[Dad_Roman]