On 3rd shift, there are two tetra supervisors. One of them I am kind of in love with and the other I don't know very much about, but I think he hates me.
Today, I was in the tetra zone and a product ended actually right before I came in - technically 2nd shift should have taken care of the whole damn thing because the ends were at 2155 and 2158 respectively. Anyway, they didn't, so I just picked it up with my regular audit.
Obviously my priorities are screwed up, but I usually do ends last of everything, because if there's a problem with the end of a run, you're just going to put stuff on hold, whereas if the problem is anywhere else in the run, it might still be occurring and need to be fixed.
So I did the ends last and discovered that the weights on one of the two fillers were more than 50 grams lower than the lowest acceptable weight. I called the tetra supervisor (I'm sure you can guess, internet, that this story is not about the one I love). He didn't respond. DK paged the tetra supervisor. He called back and copped an attitude. He's busy, if there's a problem, what took us so long? DK got warehouse to take out the last pallet, DK got a case from a few minutes before the end to make sure it was okay, DK issued a hold for those last few minutes. Basically, he did all the work. The tetra supervisor, after DK had done his work for him, was ungrateful, rude and snippy about it.
To make a long story slightly less long, DK called the guy a "little bitch" and it just totally made my night.
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