Ain't nothin' like...

Every morning at work we have a meeting in the conference room. All of the managers and foremen in the office pile into the conference room and then we dial into a conference call. All of the remaining foremen call in and together we have one big daily meeting.

This process repeats itself every day from 9-9:30 am. I have now been working for NB Southern for about a month now and in people are gradually starting to grasp who I am, though not what I do. I have been mentioned from time to time in the calls, and I have visited some of the gangs.

There ain't nothin' like having your job clarified on a conference call with all of the company's foremen when the company's General Manager decides to give you praise. He was walking around the yard and said that he saw something good, and something bad. The bad thing was that there were many many spike kegs thrown into a scrap bin, and because they were not crushed they were taking up a great deal of space. Emptying the bins costs a large amount of money and he stressed that people should crush the kegs before throwing them away.

He then continued on the call to all of the foremen... and the good thing, that as I saw all of these uncrushed kegs sitting in the scrap metal bin, I saw Alex right in the bin with them throwing them back out.

So. I did save us something like 60 kegs, but there ain't nothin' like getting public kudos from your boss for garbage picking.

Oh, I love NB Southern...