I’m flying home tomorrow from my next to last work trip. On and off, I’ve spent almost four weeks in southern Mexico since mid May. Actually, in Valladolid, Yucatán. Pretty little tourist town. It caters mostly to Canadians and Europeans. My coworker and I were probably the only Americans, aka gringos, in town. My fellow countrymen rarely venture out of Cancun. They don’t know what they’re missing. Wonderful place.
The job here was an absolute nightmare owing to the fact that my management team still hasn’t learned that cutting costs up front usually costs a whole hell of a lot more on the back end. Suffice it to say, three people, including myself, said the equipment should not be shipped because it wasn’t ready. One fcukwit, who doesn’t even know how to put the key in switch, overrode all of us. Mind you, I have 20 years on this clown and have built over 200 of these machines between ‘97 and ‘16. His “crew” have built five since ‘17 and every one has been an absolute POS. Two have been returned by one customer.
The above reads like a “What Made You Grumpy” thread but, it’s just the lead in. I’m retired as of 30 June. Yay! On 27 June, I, and the rest of the Field Service staff have been requested, nay, required, to attend this years international sales meeting at the US corporate headquarters. The first time ever that we’ve been asked to attend one of these things. We’ve been requested because we see every shortcut taken in production and the end result is that we are rebuilding new equipment in the field before it can commissioned. As such, we as a group, are gunning for bear and forcing International to fix this mess on this side of the pond. If it means reorganizing the cesspit or sacking everyone and starting over, so be it.
So for my last four days at this outfit, I may be forcing them to fire me. I don’t think I’ve been this thrilled since I got married.