notes on government, sports and popular culture
The head dude of the whole noonday sort-and-load came in my truck yesterday and let me hear it about missorts. Too many, he said, and he asked for a commitment from me to read the zips more carefully. Put me in a pretty bad mood for a while, considering the crazy flow that comes down the chutes.
Then I noticed my supervisor, who's a pretty cool guy, walking around with a grim look on his face for a good part of the day.
"You saw my boss walking around with me," he said. "That's not necessarily good for me."
So when I screw up and hear about it, my supervisor more than likely hears about it, too. Gee, I'd never thought about it like that. I'll try to do better.