Easter Saturday

In the UAW world Good Friday and Easter Monday are paid holidays. Ford gave up Easter Monday in the latest contract by GM and Chrysler still have it, so I have 4 days off. And buddy I really needed it. Last week was really hard. I was exhausted.

I almost feel like "Defects are Us". I have never seen anything like this in a long time. Actually never anything this bad. It is like every brain cell in our plant went on vacation early. This is some dumb stuff I am seeing. And Explaining. And no one cares for the explanations. This is true silo thinking. Their dumbass people are the only dumbass people in the world, our dumbass people are worse than anyone in the history of the world and should be shot. And why did we hire the spawn of the devil in the first place. Their dumbass people are simply misunderstood, my dumbass people are evil and intentionally out to make Plant Loco depository for all things wrong in the world. I thought the one guy was going to cry when he described his vision of a perfect world without me in it. I can't wait til he meets the Koreans.

I remember when we shipped from Europe to a Plant Loco competitor. 4 weeks on the water, put on rail in Montreal and then trucked from Dearborn. Oh yea, and 2 weeks to convince the Europeans that they had a problem. Air France flight 74 was the expedite, with 2 days in customs at Metro. The good old days. Back then the customer tried to make me cry. I remember one day I was getting yelled at and in the back of my mind Cher kept singing gypsies, tramps, and thieves. Customer opinion of my European compatriots. And this is when we all made money.

NYC Auto Show

Just found out my parts on the new vehicle have not been tooled, so I guess we can't really make this shit, right?

Go, three headed dog.

Serena, that's me

The peeps said I was serene today in an attempt to make fun of the fact I was stomping about and mad as a hatter. I really feel like Serena in Bewitched, if I can find a way to fuck with you I will.

I had to listen to numerous lectures on why I am such a shitty supplier from people who work for the three headed dog that doesn't pay their bills. Yea, big boys is Windsor up and running yet?

I snowed again today and it was blustery. Blustery should not be an April word.

The newspaper world is going to hell in a hand basket and Big Daddy has tried to get the Wall Street Journal to deliver a paper here for over a week. They just don't want our money or what? This is of course due to the fact the the Detroit papers can't deliver most of the time as very few people here in Motown still have jobs.

Someone tried to set Bambi on fire again today, I had to purge the yard for defects, I had to listen to how shitty we are, and now I have to enter reports on all this shit to my boss who is in a pissy mood as the Spartans lost.

happy toes

Me and GrrDog have new toes. NOTE the Pedi socks. And me and Big Daddy have a new cooking race.

Tomorrow I have new secret challenges at the Plants that are "not to be told to the customer". Sometimes I hate this job.

Plant Loco Bambi update

As you can see, the degrading treatment of Bambi continues. The peeps have now inserted a cigarette in poor Bambi and this is just too sad.

Getting my toes done tomorrow and I need to relax because my new, old, and now returning engineer wants to go over last years issues to verify continuous improvement on a dying program when the three headed dog has no money for improvements. And the reason they are in need of improvement is because every change to lower cost was a cluster fuck and caused all the crap we are now dealing with. WTF.

The Martini girl thinks Bambi should at least have an ecigarette. Also in developing news, Bambi is a rescue fawn. Rescued after Christmas by a kind hi-lo driver. We believe this fawn is the spawn of Rudolph.

Henry Ford was wrong?

According to Nancy (you remember the Demi Moore wannabe) Pelosi, Mr. Ford had it all wrong. Black is bad. As in car color. You know, the color of the limos she rides in on her way to the Air Force jets she flies to and from California. You know, the ones with the dark tinted glass.

Well, while she was jetting across of the USofA in the government provided G5 she deduced that the lowly people driving about on what used to be called roads and streets were being wasteful. They were using AC in their cars, and the black cars were the worst. Cuz they heated up more, or maybe faster, or whatever. So Nance is pissed and wants no more black cars. Maybe she should talk to the dude in charge of the Auto Industry that is learning it. Like they could not find a dude that knew automotive. Ever heard of Roger Penske, Lee Iacocca, Bob Lutz or maybe just the car guys on the radio.

And Nance (just so you all know, I am not spelling her name wrong, I am calling her NANCE with no accent on the E) just sell your pearls and you can pay for your staffs bonuses without charging the taxpayers-why do your people get bonuses and people like me don't. Bitch. I make well under a $100,000.00 and no one would take my job on a bet.

Okay, funny of the day. The slovenly hut they make the smokers congregate in is built on a concave section of asphalt which regularly floods. This area flooded prior to the hut. It is really nasty. But if it is cold and raining your choice is nasty hut or roll the dice for time off by smoking inside. Some person within the last few months moved a small table in there. OK. Next there was a thick plastic cover over the doorway which kept the smoke in. Next there was a fake plant on the table. Actually quite a nice fake plant for a nasty plant. The next addition is quite upsetting . . .

Bambi, Bambi was setting on the table. Now remember, this table (filthy) is outdoors in a filthy, nasty, bus type station, with litter all about. So here we got Bambi next to the fake plant. AND some ASSHOLE MF set Bambi on fire. Why, why, why? Why would you hurt fake Bambi? Why would you set fire to a little bit of fake and tawdry shit in your smoking shithole? What is wrong with you?

We found Bambi outside the shithole, very smoke damaged, and we are looking for donations for bandages. I have a picture, I am waiting for Big Daddy to black out my face-I do not want to have to testify-of how sad Bambi is.

Let me tell you a story . . .

This is what I am reduced to, we need a story. I can't stomach the stories, so you make up the stories and I will stand there and smile. And I won't respond to emails because I am not going to put my name on this information. We are going to hell in a hand basket and I mean a plain, cheap, non-designer hand basket. I love cliches.

And if I can't tell you story then there is no hope for humanity, cuz I can tell the best stories in the world. And the only thing the customer wants to hear is "my problem is going to go away". Guess not going away with the ease of the past. And you don't get any golf balls anymore.

Funny of the day has to be the rumor that Obama gave the Queen an IPod. You got to be kidding me. Brown gets DVDs and the Queen gets an Ipod.

Dude, what about hand crafted quilts from Kentucky, jewelry from the southwest, Abita beer from New Orleans, Zatarain's, maybe even some Starbucks? What is wrong with you, this is the US of A and you are dissin us.