When I came in Friday afternoon, I saw that the paint desk was in disarray. Okay, it looked like a bomb went off. Just a general mess everywhere. A dispenser was taken apart and the sample machine was moved with cords all over the place.
Me: "What's wrong? What happened?"
WOS: "The motor in 107 is out in that dispenser, the sample machine took a dump and we have two labelers that don't work."
Me: "What? How? Everything worked perfectly when I closed last night!"
WOS: "I don't know, dude. We only have one machine that works right now. I called the company and they have someone coming out today."
So I get to work fixing the machines. It's a holiday weekend and we'll be busy.
I fix the sample machine. It's running perfectly.
I fix the 107 dispenser motor. It was clogged, so I purged the line for 5 minutes. Easy fix.
I fix one of the label makers. Some genius just didn't have the power cord in all the way.
The other one, however, was going to be tougher. The power cord had 3 breaks. We need a new cord.
I call the zone manager and tell him what's up. He says that I can repair it. Just take what I need from the shelf and make it work.
Sweet.
I grab the stuff and get to work. After 20 minutes, I still can't the the labeler to work, even with a new power supply. I know the labeler works because I switch the other cord to it and it works perfectly. And I know the polarity on the new cord is correct. I've repaired power cords hundreds of times.
So, 3 out of 4 isn't bad.
Anyway, my manager comes back from lunch just as I'm finishing up. I tell him the good news, that I've fixed most of the problems, and all we have to do is change power cords between two labelers.
Do I get thanks? No. I get yelled at!
He didn't want anything fixed, so he could get a new motor for that dispenser. He wanted new label makers.
My face is while he's telling me this. Not that he wants new stuff, but that he's actually mad I fixed the machines.
After he's done explaining, I smile and say "Okay then. I won't be fixing shit around here anymore. Something gets broken, I'll just write you a note about it."
And I walk away to help some customers.
FOUR HOURS LATER, the repairman from the company shows up. I'm at lunch. So when I get back, D. tells me that the motor was fine, all the machines checked out in perfect working order. All we need was a new power cord, which is now on order.
I felt a little twinge of satisfaction.
How stupid would it have been for four guys to work from one paint dispenser?
Anway, when the sample machine had software problems yesterday, I didn't fix it.
Me: "What's wrong? What happened?"
WOS: "The motor in 107 is out in that dispenser, the sample machine took a dump and we have two labelers that don't work."
Me: "What? How? Everything worked perfectly when I closed last night!"
WOS: "I don't know, dude. We only have one machine that works right now. I called the company and they have someone coming out today."
So I get to work fixing the machines. It's a holiday weekend and we'll be busy.
I fix the sample machine. It's running perfectly.
I fix the 107 dispenser motor. It was clogged, so I purged the line for 5 minutes. Easy fix.
I fix one of the label makers. Some genius just didn't have the power cord in all the way.
The other one, however, was going to be tougher. The power cord had 3 breaks. We need a new cord.
I call the zone manager and tell him what's up. He says that I can repair it. Just take what I need from the shelf and make it work.
Sweet.
I grab the stuff and get to work. After 20 minutes, I still can't the the labeler to work, even with a new power supply. I know the labeler works because I switch the other cord to it and it works perfectly. And I know the polarity on the new cord is correct. I've repaired power cords hundreds of times.
So, 3 out of 4 isn't bad.
Anyway, my manager comes back from lunch just as I'm finishing up. I tell him the good news, that I've fixed most of the problems, and all we have to do is change power cords between two labelers.
Do I get thanks? No. I get yelled at!
He didn't want anything fixed, so he could get a new motor for that dispenser. He wanted new label makers.
My face is while he's telling me this. Not that he wants new stuff, but that he's actually mad I fixed the machines.
After he's done explaining, I smile and say "Okay then. I won't be fixing shit around here anymore. Something gets broken, I'll just write you a note about it."
And I walk away to help some customers.
FOUR HOURS LATER, the repairman from the company shows up. I'm at lunch. So when I get back, D. tells me that the motor was fine, all the machines checked out in perfect working order. All we need was a new power cord, which is now on order.
I felt a little twinge of satisfaction.
How stupid would it have been for four guys to work from one paint dispenser?
Anway, when the sample machine had software problems yesterday, I didn't fix it.
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