This is what you want ....
Jul. 14th, 2008 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tyggerjaiCompounding the homesickness, which was kicking in anyway, is the worst couple of days at work I've had possibly ever.
I crossgrooved an entire trolley on Saturday. Not just one winch, both winches. In the middle of a run. Crossgrooving happens when a winch line is too slack, and jumps from the proper groove to the next groove. In *theory*, all our winches have diverters so that a line can never move out of its own groove. In practice, we have to keep shot bags on some of the lines on some of the trolleys, because the diverters aren't all installed yet.
So I clipped in an upside-down flying bike, tossed the weights on the bike dolly, realised I had the wrong bike (not only have they changed the order 3 times in the last week, they've also removed the numbers on the trolleys because they were "too visible" from the house), unclipped, grabbed the right bike, clipped that in, all good. Except I forgot to swap the shot bags to the correct bike dolly. Bikes come back in, I strike the bike, don't put shot bags on the lines (because if it needed bags they'd be on the dolly, right?). Bam, instant double crossgroove. Fuckit. So we have 3 automation guys haul the Genie lift into the garage to fix it. On the bright side, I somehow picked the last cue before a ten minute downtime to do it, so we didn't miss any cues, but the Genie process is ... not quiet. So that's 2 cases of beer I owe Automation. It's usually one case per fuckup, but my lead assessed this at one case per winch. Grf.
So I walk into the pub after work, and our stage manager looks up at me and says "Hey Crossgroove, how's it going.". *headdesk*
Anyway. Given that all he'd known was that someone crossgrooved a trolley, and his first 2 guesses as to the culprit (out of a 3-man crew) were people other than me, I can write that off as a bad day. I stayed late for garage skeleton crew, I'll buy the cases, it happens.
Except that I was in such a hurry to get out of there after skeleton crew that I didn't bother to check the roster for the next day.
So Sunday I rock up at 1 pm. To find a very unimpressed lead, and a roster that pretty clearly has my name down for 10 am. And it's difficult to ask why the fuck your lead didn't call at 10:10 to say "Where the fuck are you?" when the first thing *he* says is "It's your responsibility to check the roster". Which, of course, it is. I'm still not sure why he didn't call, but it may have something to do with me starting at 9 or 9.30 for 4 out of 6 days this week. Given that for me, "late" means arriving 10 minutes before call time instead of 20, and my definition of "on time" is in the garage grabbing harnesses for inspection at call time, not wandering into the shop with coffee at call time, I think he just decided to give me the morning off and give me shit for it anyway. My Head of Department didn't say a word, which would normally scare me, but I think it means my lead just didn't tell him, which is nice. No write-up for me.
And the fact that we're capped at 60 hours a week, and even being 2.5 hours late, I've worked 59 this week (the rest of my crew might have worked 50, maybe 52) may have helped. But regardless, that's another case or two.
And of course, that threw me all day. I twisted the rigging clipping a bike in and failed to notice, which actually delayed a cue when my lead had to pull it back down. It was only a bike, not a human, but still. I don't do that shit. And little things - when my lead is pissed, you just can't put a foot right. And I know that's more about him than me, but ... eh. Fact remains, he has every right to be pissed, and he is a man I respect, so that kinda hurts, regardless of who it's about.
Edit: It's just occurred to me. It would explain a lot if my HoD *did* know, but had in fact told my Lead to cut me some slack, because I'd had a long week. That would explain my Lead being grumpy with me despite not calling me, and my HoD being nice to me. Huh. Shit. That's going to make tomorrow ... awkward.
Even the fact that there are riggers on my crew for whom that would be a week like any other is no consolation.
But this is! Here. For the perverts and rope nerds, this is one reason I've been in early all week:
jai.
.
I crossgrooved an entire trolley on Saturday. Not just one winch, both winches. In the middle of a run. Crossgrooving happens when a winch line is too slack, and jumps from the proper groove to the next groove. In *theory*, all our winches have diverters so that a line can never move out of its own groove. In practice, we have to keep shot bags on some of the lines on some of the trolleys, because the diverters aren't all installed yet.
So I clipped in an upside-down flying bike, tossed the weights on the bike dolly, realised I had the wrong bike (not only have they changed the order 3 times in the last week, they've also removed the numbers on the trolleys because they were "too visible" from the house), unclipped, grabbed the right bike, clipped that in, all good. Except I forgot to swap the shot bags to the correct bike dolly. Bikes come back in, I strike the bike, don't put shot bags on the lines (because if it needed bags they'd be on the dolly, right?). Bam, instant double crossgroove. Fuckit. So we have 3 automation guys haul the Genie lift into the garage to fix it. On the bright side, I somehow picked the last cue before a ten minute downtime to do it, so we didn't miss any cues, but the Genie process is ... not quiet. So that's 2 cases of beer I owe Automation. It's usually one case per fuckup, but my lead assessed this at one case per winch. Grf.
So I walk into the pub after work, and our stage manager looks up at me and says "Hey Crossgroove, how's it going.". *headdesk*
Anyway. Given that all he'd known was that someone crossgrooved a trolley, and his first 2 guesses as to the culprit (out of a 3-man crew) were people other than me, I can write that off as a bad day. I stayed late for garage skeleton crew, I'll buy the cases, it happens.
Except that I was in such a hurry to get out of there after skeleton crew that I didn't bother to check the roster for the next day.
So Sunday I rock up at 1 pm. To find a very unimpressed lead, and a roster that pretty clearly has my name down for 10 am. And it's difficult to ask why the fuck your lead didn't call at 10:10 to say "Where the fuck are you?" when the first thing *he* says is "It's your responsibility to check the roster". Which, of course, it is. I'm still not sure why he didn't call, but it may have something to do with me starting at 9 or 9.30 for 4 out of 6 days this week. Given that for me, "late" means arriving 10 minutes before call time instead of 20, and my definition of "on time" is in the garage grabbing harnesses for inspection at call time, not wandering into the shop with coffee at call time, I think he just decided to give me the morning off and give me shit for it anyway. My Head of Department didn't say a word, which would normally scare me, but I think it means my lead just didn't tell him, which is nice. No write-up for me.
And the fact that we're capped at 60 hours a week, and even being 2.5 hours late, I've worked 59 this week (the rest of my crew might have worked 50, maybe 52) may have helped. But regardless, that's another case or two.
And of course, that threw me all day. I twisted the rigging clipping a bike in and failed to notice, which actually delayed a cue when my lead had to pull it back down. It was only a bike, not a human, but still. I don't do that shit. And little things - when my lead is pissed, you just can't put a foot right. And I know that's more about him than me, but ... eh. Fact remains, he has every right to be pissed, and he is a man I respect, so that kinda hurts, regardless of who it's about.
Edit: It's just occurred to me. It would explain a lot if my HoD *did* know, but had in fact told my Lead to cut me some slack, because I'd had a long week. That would explain my Lead being grumpy with me despite not calling me, and my HoD being nice to me. Huh. Shit. That's going to make tomorrow ... awkward.
Even the fact that there are riggers on my crew for whom that would be a week like any other is no consolation.
But this is! Here. For the perverts and rope nerds, this is one reason I've been in early all week:
jai.
.
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Date: 2008-07-14 11:21 am (UTC)Rest assured it happens to the best of us, of which, given your position, you are undoubtedly one.
Melbourne misses you, too.
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Date: 2008-07-14 01:02 pm (UTC)