I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job...those are the thoughts that pounded through my head as I jogged out to my car, in the rain, just now to get my jacket...so that I can walk, through the rain, to our north plant. I've been told my highest priority today is to help them figure out why their heads are in their asses and what they can do to possibly pull them back out again.
Well, that's my take on it, anyway. I'm being sent as a knee-jerk reaction to a HUGE issue (in their minds) on one of our asssembly lines. They want to know why we can't make the units we should be making up there, and they want me to fix it, pronto! Well, I can tell them why w/o even going up there. They are running a product on this line that was NOT designed to run on the line, and they're attempting to do this with NO prior planning whatsoever, and the people on this line are temps who were either flipping burgers yesterday or picking their noses while they watched Jerry Springer.
This is not a continuous improvement project (that would be my job), this is just simply use your freakin' heads and plan and execute for ONCE!
Oh, and let me not forget to mention that yesterday (before I "got sick" and headed to the gym for a much needed de-stressing hour long workout) I was told that my HIGHEST PRIORITY was to fix a line here in the south plant.
Deep breath...there are 3 months and 20 days until I can safely get my own ass out of here and maybe find something to do that won't give me a heart attack before my 33rd birthday.