Hola mi amigos! How was your week? Mine was okay. Night shift and very slow at the shop. Makes for a very bored crew. But we had a good shift. We were spot on all shift and my very last task, I messed up. Oops. That’s not a rear suspension group, that’s a front suspension group, and not only did I drop the ball, the fella who double checks our work, just assumed it was cool. Oh no, big problems, not really, just swap the stickers, it’s a literally one minute task. Not too worry, I owned the crap outta that. Boss even tried to tie into lead hand and I said “Nope, that was all me. Not him. I screwed this up, no one else! I get he’s supposed to double check and I’m blaming it on nights, but, I made this mess. Not him!” And then everyone stopped being dicks and it’s kinda where the conversation ended. My crew was on cloud nine, one because I own my mistakes and two, I refuse to allow anyone to take any fall for me. And three, because as big of a deal as everyone likes to make things, it’s truly not that big of a deal. It was funny too. Boss is starting to yell and loose his mind and even after I give him the truth, he still turns from me and starts tearing into the crew. Then you get me again saying no, no no, it was me Dion, not him, so if you need to say anything to anyone in front of the crew; say it to me. And I don’t think in front of the crew is the best place to try and demoralize someone, making mistakes or not!” And he stopped and muttered something under his breath. Pardon me? I say, is there something you want to say to me? Awkward silence. No? Okay dokay then? Can we go home then? Shifts over dude!
See, these fellas ain’t never seen a guy like me. Not only do I own it, I stand up for what’s right and wrong. I am not afraid of anyone in that shop. Not for a second does anyone scare me or intimidate me. That’s not happening. So, speak like a human or you can deal with me. I do not care who you think you are, I will straighten your thoughts out for you!
Oddly enough, I’ve been in the bosses shoes, I’ve been a general forman and I’ve had to deal with garbage like this before, and cussing people out in front of anyone is not how things are done properly. It’s about respect. You ain’t got no respect for your crews, you’re not going to have a good time. Like I explained to the boys after boss man pooed his pants is that, there’s really good reason I was respected and sought after in my old union hall. I did not play favourites, nor did I treat people like dirt. Mainly because the check-back was always there. I might be boss on this job, but the next job, I might be working for him. So yeah, it’s all about respect. And in shops like this, the boss man, obviously has forgotten where he came from and that’s hes a human too. We all make mistakes, but will you own it? I do every single time. Don’t worry boys, I have your back, you don’t have to fret!
No matter what, I had a great shift and I’m building some awesome repor with this company. Bosses above my bosses (I have 4) are taking notice of me and my partner. We rock this shop into next month and we don’t even break a sweat. Hahahaha. He’s an ex operator and I’m and ex ironworkers and together, it honestly feels like back on a claim. We just click him and I. We really don’t have to talk, there is some conversing and deligating tasks amongst ourselves, but for the most part, we are “silent component assasins!” Shop killers! Yeah, something like that.
Hahahaha. Good gracious......here comes Willie!
Anyhow, I’m going to go rip my lawn mower apart. Gotta clean the carb. Not running to well. Something else I just learned how to do! Yeah new skills!!
“You treat me like a dog and expect me to smile? You remind me of a jackass!”
-Stone Cold Steve Austin (1964-present)
Talk at you later
Mr.Duncan
Friday, 13 July 2018
Wednesday, 4 July 2018
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Hey there. Well, it’s been a while. Not a lot going on here. Well, besides fixing the yard from the drilling truck that was parked on my front lawn for a couple of days. Yards “fixed”. It’s gonna be a slow process here, but that’s okay. Today, I think I’ll re-plant my cherry tree. I doubt it’s gone to survive, but, I’ve been wrong before.
Anyhow. What else? Been playing a little bit with Kung fu. More just striking the heavy bag. Block, block, strike. Strike, strike, strike, beat the tar outta the bag and repeat! It’s great. Always being mindful of technique and stances. Very important. Even this far outta training, those keys have stuck. And still, it’s easy to notice when the punches are garbage versus solid strikes. Something I’ll awlays enjoy is hitting things!!
Ahh, ummm, well, July 2 passed again. Those who know, know that’s a day that has an unmeasurable amount of history with me. Why, I sobered up that day and fortuanatly, I’ve stayed sober for tha last seven years. This birthday doesn’t hold too much for celebration, as it’s cool. I, for the last year have kinda struggled with a subject, and I guess we will talk about it here. It’s labels. Everyone needs a label to feel like they are apart of something, and I’m growing away from this thought. I will always be an alcoholic. I will always have addictive natures. It’s part of who I am. But is that where I stop? Do I as a human being stop there? Being labeled or taking a label is a very important thing I believe. It does give you a sense of belonging. It does give you a home base to go back to. Somewhere safe to reset. I get it, and I needed it. But, I’ve noticed, as my life evolves, I no longer need that label as much as I once did. When I first sobered up, I was always in the rooms. Today, I got for maintenance and to share terrible coffee with like minded people. But, is that all there is to me? Hell no. There’s a lot more. And there’s parts of me that do not for the alcoholic stereotype. And you wanna know something? I am eveliveing past that simple thought. I will always need the rooms in my life, but, I don’t know, if I’ll need it like I did in the past. I’ll never walk away, but, there’s far more to me than that.
So, I guess in that rambling of crap, I figure I’m trying to spew out, is it’s okay to have a label, and it’s okay, if that how you want to indentify yourself, but, do not forget, that’s not all that you are.
“If I’m a B-player, thats because b stands for badass!”
Chris Jericho 1970-present
“If I’m a B-player, that’s because b stands for bestest in the world”
Will Duncan 1982-present
Well, talk to you later
Mr.Duncan
Anyhow. What else? Been playing a little bit with Kung fu. More just striking the heavy bag. Block, block, strike. Strike, strike, strike, beat the tar outta the bag and repeat! It’s great. Always being mindful of technique and stances. Very important. Even this far outta training, those keys have stuck. And still, it’s easy to notice when the punches are garbage versus solid strikes. Something I’ll awlays enjoy is hitting things!!
Ahh, ummm, well, July 2 passed again. Those who know, know that’s a day that has an unmeasurable amount of history with me. Why, I sobered up that day and fortuanatly, I’ve stayed sober for tha last seven years. This birthday doesn’t hold too much for celebration, as it’s cool. I, for the last year have kinda struggled with a subject, and I guess we will talk about it here. It’s labels. Everyone needs a label to feel like they are apart of something, and I’m growing away from this thought. I will always be an alcoholic. I will always have addictive natures. It’s part of who I am. But is that where I stop? Do I as a human being stop there? Being labeled or taking a label is a very important thing I believe. It does give you a sense of belonging. It does give you a home base to go back to. Somewhere safe to reset. I get it, and I needed it. But, I’ve noticed, as my life evolves, I no longer need that label as much as I once did. When I first sobered up, I was always in the rooms. Today, I got for maintenance and to share terrible coffee with like minded people. But, is that all there is to me? Hell no. There’s a lot more. And there’s parts of me that do not for the alcoholic stereotype. And you wanna know something? I am eveliveing past that simple thought. I will always need the rooms in my life, but, I don’t know, if I’ll need it like I did in the past. I’ll never walk away, but, there’s far more to me than that.
So, I guess in that rambling of crap, I figure I’m trying to spew out, is it’s okay to have a label, and it’s okay, if that how you want to indentify yourself, but, do not forget, that’s not all that you are.
“If I’m a B-player, thats because b stands for badass!”
Chris Jericho 1970-present
“If I’m a B-player, that’s because b stands for bestest in the world”
Will Duncan 1982-present
Well, talk to you later
Mr.Duncan
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