I know I'm going to be flayed alive for this series, but I'm tired of hearing about how great operators are and how they save the world when I continually see things like......what I will write about. And it's my blog.
The first two follies are actually laborer follies. Several years back I was working at a plant where sludge cake was transported around on conveyor belts. As this is not a perfect world, sometimes the sludge fell on the floor and needed cleaned up. Instead of sweeping the sludge into a big dustpan or a shovel and putting it on the conveyor belt or into a trash can on a dolly, or into a big plastic trash sack, the laborers would use shovels and chop or the sludge into very fine particles, so it could be hosed down the drain. I never figured this one out. Putting it back on the conveyor seemed to be less effort.
At this same plant it was common to see the laborers in various states of rest in the electical control rooms. Why? The motor control centers had variable frequency drives, which in those days needed cooling to avoid drive failure. Therefore, the MCCs were air conditioned and were very comfortable in the hot and humid summers of XXXXX (almost let it slip). I never ratted, and it did make it easy to find a laborer when I needed one. They were agreeable to helping me because I never told management about their hiding place.
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