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Bad:
So after my company's annual hearing test (it's a factory), my boss tells me to go across the street with a forklift and pick up three pallets of blanks. Now, we just recently moved into this location from a Twin Cities suburb, and this is the first time I'm doing this.
So, I grab a little warehouse forklift, cross the street to our supplier, pick up a pallet, and start to bring it back.
On the way back, on the side of the street, the six boxes of stainless-steel blanks vibrate over and over until two of them, still shrinkwrapped, fall off onto the street. This is not the bad part.
Quickly, I turn off the forklift, cut the shrinkwrap off, and heave the boxes (125 pounds each) back onto the pallet, and resume my trip.
In the parking lot, almost inside, and two of the boxes fall off again. This time, with the shrinkwrap off, they tip over on their sides and spill 200 blanks onto the asphalt. CRASH!!! Tinkle tinkle thinkle, etc., etc., etc. Two hundred 8" stainless steel tubes, 2" outside diameter and 1/8" wall thickness. Clattering to the pavement and against each other.
Worse:
This occured in front of the two night shift supervisor, one of which is my immediate boss. The guy who moves up with the rest of us from the aforementioned suburb. Two years, I've known him. And they are both staring at me.
Worst:
I look out at the glittering field of stainless steel. I sigh, turn off the forklift again, and wearily get down and start to pick up the blanks.
My boss, about 25 yards away with the other supervisor, yells out to me "You know, they're trying to do a hearing test!"
I look over at the trailer, which I was in just 10 minutes ago and was a scant ten feet from the drop zone, and say the only thing I can say.... "Of course they are. Of COURSE they are."
And they I picked up and repackaged 199 blanks. I found #200 on my way to pick up the 2nd and 3rd pallets. The six guys inside the trailer made sure to thank me on their way out from the testing.
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