...so leave the safety gaurds on the machines, even if you did drop a sandwich in there. Anyway, thanks to Recordable Injury Guy's dedication, this won't be a lost-time accident.
I'm..........okay..........gurgle.
Hang in there, buddy. We'll get you some ice for that.
Unfortunately, downward trends in the construction industry are forcing us to cut the workforce here at The Aluminum Factory.
As per the terms of the current union contract, those of you who are bright and work hard, but have beenn here only a short time will be laid off.
Those who have been here forever, hardly ever move and are functionally illiterate will receive raises and coupons for 50% off any skillet breakfast at Denny's.
Hey, Production Planner Guy, why does it seem like no matter how well things go for us here at the Aluminum Factory we can still never complete all of our sheduled orders, let alone get ahead?
Basic rule of production planning, Dave. No matter how much you schedule, the workers will pace themselves to get only 80% of it done. So I figure out how much we really need and add 20% to it.
Oh. Is that also why you're such a smarmy jackass? You figure we only notice 80% of it?
That reminds me, Dave, how many pounds of aluminum can fit in your million-pound warehouse? 'Cause I just ordered 1.2 million pounds.
Well, since we stopped hearing the tapping an hour ago, we're going to wrap up another wildly unsuccessful bring-your-daughter-to-work day and call off the search for little Suzie Johnson.
Given the circumstances, Russ Johnson has been granted an extra bereavement day.
Don't just stand there, Russ. That bereavement time request form isn't going to fill itself out!
Some top executives from the corporate office will be touring the plant tomorrow. So please don't wear your T-shirts from this year's company picnic.
We don't want to have to explain where we came up with the money for shirts and a picnic on such a tight budget.
In fact, if anyone speaks to you tomorrow, just say your name is Juan and you don't remember how you got here, but you really like it. We can explain that.
Skittles, Recordable Injury Guy was attacked by racoons in the tool shed and now he can't drive. I need you to go get him. If he at least punches in we won't have to report it as a lost-time accident.
Oh, I don't think I've been properly trained on that procedure.
What procedure?
Driving!
I'm pretty sure you have been trained on that, Skittles. You showed us your driver's license when we hired you.
Driver's license? I thought that was my MENSA membership card. No wonder all the questions on the test were about cars and road signs.
...anyway, after rolling over six or seven times the forklift burst into flames.
Fortunately, the driver, Rascal, was thrown clear of the lift and landed gracefully on his feet, looking fabulous. Unfortunately, the lift landed on Recordable Injury Guy.
We've installed a time clock next to his bed in the intensive care unit, so it shouldn't have to go down as a lost-time accident.