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And if you ask me for a flat head screwdriver I just stand there and stare at you until you figure it out.
My packaging guy is the fucking worst at communicating. I have to check every brake kit before it goes in the box so I know it is right because he fucked a few of them up. That can't happen. He stages the parts and then is supposed to tell me he needs it checked.
For reasons I have yet to fathom, he does every and anything but say "I need you to check a big brake kit".
He will be walking by pushing a cart that rattles so much all I get is "brrkatit". What? Brake Kit. What about it? 16" check. What about a 16" check? Can you check a 16" brake kit? Yes, I am more than able to check one. Blank stare.
Do you need something? Yes, I need you to check a 16" brake kit. Perfect, I'll be right there.
I have explained that I understand simple English, just tell me what you need. To date he has managed to come up with 20 variations that have very little to do with actually telling me what he needs and usually uttered at low volume while doing something else when I am wadded up under a rig with about a .01% chance of deciphering his gibberish.
I got even.
I went to get a rotor for machining and test fit on a hub conversion. The rotor in the box was not anything resembling what was supposed to be in the box. I found the number on the rotor, wrote it on a slip of paper and stuck it on the outside of the box after I laid it on the packaging table.
He found it and set it to the side. I put it back in front of him and pointed at the number and said it was wrong.
He didn't understand. The number is wrong Pat. I opened the box and show him the rotor. Then I showed him the number on the rotor. See Pat, its wrong.
Where did you get it? I got it with the other rotors. Its wrong.
By now he is thinking he fucked up somehow and I'm not going to do a damn thing to let him off the hook.
Pat, the rotor is wrong so he goes and grabs two more off the shelf, opens them up and tells me they have the right number on them and they match the box. See, I told you it was wrong.
But those two are the same, why are they wrong? They aren't wrong, they match the number on the box and then I walked away.
The next day he stops me and says it was really frustrating trying to figure out what I was talking about and what I needed him to do.
That's right Pat, because I used your method of communication. I left notes you didn't understand. I explained the problem in a way that will never help you to figure out what I needed and right when you were the most confused, I walked away and left you to figure it out.
It only takes a simple sentence Pat. Pat, I found a rotor box from Centric with the wrong part in it, check the rest of that part number to see how many more are fucked up.
Bam, now you know what to do, you know what the problem is, and you know how to fix it. One fucking sentence that I know you understand because I was standing right in front of you and saw the fucking lightbulb turn on. Try it some time.
