Job satisfaction
I am- have been, for nearly seventeen years- working for the Premier company in my industry. We are a pretty close knit group of engineers, and we very regularly do things that defy description; in a week, last week, in fact, we pulled together, from disparate suppliers and “found” components, a fully automated system for the production of an item that each and every one of my readers has held in their hands multiple times; in the case of people like Roberta, every single day of their lives. Said implements have been manufactured in more or less the same manner since the turn of the LAST century. By this specific company, as a matter of fact. And what we did went so far beyond the scope of our advertised purpose that the customer was utterly amazed. So much so that the owners of the company, the people whose name is on the door, will be visiting tomorrow to see the same demonstration. I’m spending today adding more to it, making it stronger and faster. I fully intend to leave them speechless.
Now I just hope it turns into an order.
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From your description I can only surmise that you and your colleagues have developed a fully integrated and automated production system for the production of self sharpening cedar pencils.
Congratulations.
Gerry N.
I thought that for years, then they slit my throat for less expensive youth.
I can only hope and pray your company is a better one than the ghouls I toiled for.
I’m lucky in that the skills I have a re cumulative. And “youth” is less than capable in my field. Mostly because I have the extremely rare combination of technical knowledge matched wiht willingness to dirty my hands and jeans.
Good luck on the demo. I love the smell of busted paradigms in the morning!
Mmmm, useful labor. So jealous.
Just don’t bring of the subject of nutsack zits during the pitch and things will probably go well.
I am intrigued by the mysterious ubiquity of this item-thing. Roberta has work-something that has to do with radio-waves but I don’t think that’s it – glasses?
Tools. Hand tools. Specifically pliers. I can’t say more than that.
H’mmm. So, no more Pakastani-sweatshop pliers, tsk.
Ooh, I like pliers. I got a set of them for Christmas. I wish something would break so I could use them.
Pliers was another guess. Mine are Craftsman – little for working on the AR, or bigger slip-jaw for plumbing.
My father worked as a power line lineman in northern New Mexico as a young man and *still* has his Lineman’s Pliers. That pair is around 60 years old and still going strong.