A simple suggestion…

Yestarday, my group leader brought some signoff forms to my office….

Her: Could you do me right here in your office?

She shot me a look… WTF? a hottie, but she’s married, doesn’t wear her wedding ring. She wore it around the holidays “to avoid the discussion with the family…” I don’t want to get involved with a married woman, or even somebody at work, been there done that.  

Me: Yes, give me those forms, I’ll do them in my office right now.

Blind Dates… when will I learn?

Friday night, I had a date… well it was a “group” date. A friends wife wanted me to meet one of her friends.

We planned the time and place… they walk in…

Ok, so she is kinda cute… for some reason, I thought she was going to be a skinny Asian… she wasn’t.

First things first, my friends wife says… do you know who “porn star” is?

Me: I’ve heard of her, can’t put a face to the name

Wifey: She is her hairdresser

Well, that makes all the difference in the world…

She commented on the pizza not being real pizza and she should know, because she’s Italian…

We settled down for drinks, I asked how she met the “porn star”…

Seems she was a hairdresser (still is) and the starlet came in randomly one day. Oh, so you aren’t her hairdresser, you cut her hair once… I didn’t say it out loud, but it became clear that was her brush with fame. She said something about being “my Space” friends with the starlet, which brought the table’s conversation to mySpace.

Wifey: I don’t think married couples need a my Space account, it just leads to trouble.

Me: I have plenty of friends with accounts.

So we took Wifey’s iphone and logged into myspace… “what’s your user name, I asked”

“oh, just search by my regular name…”

and your last name?

“____________ski”

“I thought you were Italian?”

“Well, I am 1/8^th Polish”

“You’re the 1/8” that matters… your last name…”

After dinner we decided we would goto the couple’s house and watch a movie… I walked in the door as the girl raced to the bathroom… apparently the cosmopolitans’ didn’t agree with her.

I have been getting txt’s by wifey all day… she likes you, do you like her? Sounds like 6^th grade doesn’t it?

She’s at it again…

The other Engineer is at it again…  In my myspace blog, I wrote about the junior engineer who cannot control herself.  

We are having a major quality problem right now. She is heavily involved with containment of the problem and not in the root cause or resolution… I don’t know why, I try to keep my distance of her and her problems.

That was until Thursday. She asked for help.  

“Could you take a look at my problem?” 

“Sure” 

The problem relates to a piece of the product being stressed and snapped off in the assembly of the product. What would be the first thing you would do? I went to the machine from the end and looked under and around the machine, working my way towards the beginning of the line until I couldn’t find any more pieces, that gave me an idea of where it was happening. Within 10 minutes, I knew which part of the machine was doing it and why.  I go back to my office and pull a print of the part being broken. I go through the print and try to think how it could fail in the location it’s failing. I go to the line and pick up some samples and go back and fourth with the print and measure samples.  

She walks in…  

Her: “What are you doing?”

I: “Getting acquainted with the product…”

I: “Say, do you have any samples of the failures?” 

Her: ”I couldn’t find them”

I: “Aren’t you sorting through 100’s of 1000’s of them from the warehouse and finding them? Where are they? 

Her: “I don’t know, I cannot find them” 

I walked down to the floor where the inspection process is going on, find the inspector and ask where the defects are…  

Inspector: “Right here… ” 

There are 100’s of them!! I take a couple of trays and sit under a microscope. A quick look, hey most of them are from the same molding cavity… I walked over to the hopper and sorted through it for some parts of that cavity… grabbed about 20 of them and headed back to my desk…  

She walks in…  Her: “What are you doing?”

I: “Measuring some parts”

Her: “Don’t you think I already have?” 

Uhm… what the hell is wrong with her…  

I: “So what did you see?”

Her: “I don’t know, I had the tech measure them for me”

I: “What did she measure?”

Her: “I don’t know, a much of dimensions”  

I: “I am looking at the print and it’s missing a datum, but in this GDT control box it references –C- can you find it?”

Her: “Who drew it?”

I: “Joe”

Her: “You two must get along great, you both know everything…” 

She leaves again. (WTF is wrong with her?) 

I am down on the floor a couple hours later, when she comes up to me and says “Anyone ever tell you you’re an asshole?” 

Me: “Sure all the time…” 

About 4:30, I go into my dotted line bosses office, close the door and say “What is wrong with her?” He knows what she has been up to, she had visited him earlier in the day…  

Her: So, you have assigned “__(insert my name here)____” to the project?

Him: “No, didn’t you ask him for help?”

Her: “Yes”

Him: “Is he helping you?”

Her: “I guess so, but he’s running around, talking to people, measuring things, going through my machines”

Him: “What did you expect him to do?”

Her: “I don’t know” 

The conversation, from what he told me went something like that… He has also spoken to his boss about her, they just don’t know what to do about her.  

The following day (friday) we (my dotted line boss) were walking on the way to the cafeteria, when I remembered hearing that she had interned at another plant about 3 miles from her house. I asked him about it, he didn’t know anything about it… alright, so for some reason she is commuting 3 hours a day, when there is another plant right next to her house… I am starting to think there was an “incident”…    

Ha ha ha ha ha

A grown up blog as MK would say… I have been blogging for 6 months or so on MySpace. I have choosen this place to be more anonymous… look out…