I’ve got a few from being in the military, but a couple off-hand are:
I got in trouble for going to lunch at the normal time, and missing a particular event (hot refuel of an aircraft, so fueling without shutting down), which unbeknownst to me was written in a kind of code on the flight schedule, and was told I should have checked with the watch Captain before going to lunch. So after that I checked in with the watch Captain at the beginning of the day to see if there were any scheduled events during lunch, or if it was at the normal time. A couple weeks later, another watch Captain absolutely reams me out, saying all I care about is lunch, and every time I’m about to say something he keeps saying “there’s nothing you can say, you have nothing to say, just listen.” So I kept my mouth shut and just stared at him until he finished (I worked at Blockbuster, I know how to get yelled at by someone with a blank look on my face). Then I said, “can I say something now?” And he said “FINE. What do you have to say?!” “Dan told me to do that. I missed a hot gas, and he told me to check with the watch captain.” “Oh… well, he’s the one who brought it up to me today, so you should probably work that out with him.” No apology, no oops, just go talk to the guy who can’t remember what he’s ordered people to do.
Another was when we received Tesla rolling Batteries (2 ft high heavy batteries for aircraft), and they came in boxes with spray in foam on the inside (that formed around the battery when it was placed in). It was significantly more foam than box, and the foam was clearly not recyclable. So we threw the whole boxes in the dumpster after we unloaded the Teslas. The civilian contractor who was in charge of the aviation supply office came bursting in and lost his goddamn mind. and I was like, “We don’t work for you? You can take it up with my chief if you want.” And then our chief, who didn’t feel like dealing with that mess, had us peeling foam out of the boxes (tearing the boxes up in the process) in 95 degree weather out by the dumpster for over an hour, all to put about 45% of three boxes in the recyclin bin. I had been in for significantly more time than the others, and told them that my 8 years in the military so far, that was the dumbest thing I have had to do, so it only got better from there for them.
I’ve got a few from being in the military, but a couple off-hand are:
I got in trouble for going to lunch at the normal time, and missing a particular event (hot refuel of an aircraft, so fueling without shutting down), which unbeknownst to me was written in a kind of code on the flight schedule, and was told I should have checked with the watch Captain before going to lunch. So after that I checked in with the watch Captain at the beginning of the day to see if there were any scheduled events during lunch, or if it was at the normal time. A couple weeks later, another watch Captain absolutely reams me out, saying all I care about is lunch, and every time I’m about to say something he keeps saying “there’s nothing you can say, you have nothing to say, just listen.” So I kept my mouth shut and just stared at him until he finished (I worked at Blockbuster, I know how to get yelled at by someone with a blank look on my face). Then I said, “can I say something now?” And he said “FINE. What do you have to say?!” “Dan told me to do that. I missed a hot gas, and he told me to check with the watch captain.” “Oh… well, he’s the one who brought it up to me today, so you should probably work that out with him.” No apology, no oops, just go talk to the guy who can’t remember what he’s ordered people to do.
Another was when we received Tesla rolling Batteries (2 ft high heavy batteries for aircraft), and they came in boxes with spray in foam on the inside (that formed around the battery when it was placed in). It was significantly more foam than box, and the foam was clearly not recyclable. So we threw the whole boxes in the dumpster after we unloaded the Teslas. The civilian contractor who was in charge of the aviation supply office came bursting in and lost his goddamn mind. and I was like, “We don’t work for you? You can take it up with my chief if you want.” And then our chief, who didn’t feel like dealing with that mess, had us peeling foam out of the boxes (tearing the boxes up in the process) in 95 degree weather out by the dumpster for over an hour, all to put about 45% of three boxes in the recyclin bin. I had been in for significantly more time than the others, and told them that my 8 years in the military so far, that was the dumbest thing I have had to do, so it only got better from there for them.