I had a friend do some welding on my truck this morning.
I’ll call him Dave.
While we were working, Dave was reminiscing about the time he worked for Harnishfeger.
(Harnishfeger was a local manufacturing company that built cranes)
Dave worked 2nd shift. He worked in their experimental lab building prototypes.
Their shop was several hundred yards away from the main plant. Company had an old pick up truck the guys used to shuttle back and forth to the main building. Guys were always playing practical jokes on each other, and one day, Dave had this brilliant idea of parking an excavator next to the shuttle, resting the bucket in the bed of the truck, then hiding the keys.
Well, things got busy, and the whole prank slipped his mind until next day when his shift was walking out to the lab. Someone came up to him (and the rest of the crew) and said, “Whatever you do, don’t say anything, even if you know who did it…. The shift foreman is livid, The hydraulics settled overnight, and the bucket of the excavator punched a hole right through the bed of the truck. When they find out who is responsible, that person is probably going to loose his job.”
I said, “Then what happened?”
“I went directly to the foreman and confessed the whole thing. Took complete responsibility. Told him I had no intention for things to get that far out of hand, I was just stupid. I owned it.”
Dave got his butt chewed, but didn’t get fired.
Two months later, Dave was promoted to foreman of that 2nd shift.
Lesson there. 🙂
Had this story (and other ones) rumbling around in my head the past while. They don’t seem to quite “fit” my farm blog, so I decided to take this blog out of cold storage yet again. 😉
I have to be honest.
There have been several times I’ve wanted to give voice to something , but squelched it because, I knew I would rustle feathers.
Life is too short to get into pissing matches, on line or in person…but especially on the Internet.
So I keep my thoughts to myself.
I used to get together a couple of times a month with a self professed anarchist. He was a few years older than myself. Did a tour in Vietnam and came back angry. Long story short, he and I were on opposite ends of the spectrum politically, spiritually, etc. yet we shared a common interest in history. He was articulate, and I honestly wanted to understand his thinking when it came to current events…
Over coffee, he and I would get into the most robust conversations and I think we both came away richer for it.
I love conversations like that, if they happen in the context of mutual respect.
Currently I am sleeping like a baby.
Even in the midst of the current craziness.
Some of it has to do with my job.
There is an old saying “The laborers sleep is sweet.”
Most days, I come home physically spent. So that’s part of it.
Another big part for me is what I’ve been taking into my mind.
I have become even more ruthless (and selective) if that’s possible, when it comes to staying informed.
I refuse to spend my life going from one “crisis” that consumes me to the next.
There is no pillow as soft as a clear conscience.
Thanks for stopping by, on this 4th of July 2020!
Take care. DM