I am currently learning how to run a street sweeper.
The old street sweepers were pretty much disaster proof and could survive a nuclear blast. The new street sweeper cannot. It is full of sensitive electronics everywhere that need to be treated delicately.
Here's my story and set up for failure:
Sweeping all day in Palmer Lake, CO and dumping sweepings 6 miles away at the County Line shop. Was told to meet at the 105 shop to clean out the sweeper with a firehose. Yikes. I always confuse the 105 shop with the 83 shop because the 105 shop is unmanned and isolated. After sweeping, I am told by my new TMII to meet him at the 105 shop after I dump out the hopper. I say ok see you at 83. He says no 105, I say ok, sorry I confuse the two. I go and empty out the hopper and proceed to the 83 shop because I can't seem to remember shit!!! and wonder where the TMII is. UGH. Talk about short term memory, I cannot get anything right.
I start washing out at the 83 shop. My new TMII calls me to ask me where I am. I tell him I'm at the 83 shop. UGH - He is pissed. He has had to pull out a bunch of equipment including the firehose. I am profusely apologetic about my mix up and tell him that I constantly confuse the two shops (in fact, I am still apologizing for this mix up to this day, which I should not have to do --- men don't). There is no reason for me to confuse the two shops. I just do and cannot seem to get it out of my head. He says that's ok (it's NOT - he complains to our boss and our boss's boss -- what a baby). I inform him I'll head over he says no.
end of first day.
THE VERY NEXT DAY I am told to finish sweeping Palmer Lake, CO. Sweep until 3pm and clean out at the 105 shop by myself. I state that I am uncomfortable cleaning out here as I am unfamiliar with the shop and firehose and it is unmanned and if anything happens to me no one will know or care for that matter. I have not mentioned in my story that I must be on a janky ladder with a firehose that uses a high psi (pounds of pressure), which makes things very shaky if you are by yourself. My TMII will be at the Commercial Blvd shop and I am supposed to call him if I have any questions. There is no reason why I cannot be at the Commercial shop other than because I was "told" to use the isolated 105 shop. At the Commercial shop I can control the psi and lower the pressure and be on a staircase ladder instead of a janky unstable ladder.
I state my concerns and my TMII says "just do it." Instead of arguing I say "ok."
As 3pm arrives, I have my co-worker pack up signs and return to his patrol. I thank him for his help. I go to the 105 shop. No one is there but me, and I drive around in circles deciding what to do. Since I feel unsafe, I go empty out at County Line and make the decision of safety for myself to clean the sweeper at Commercial Blvd where I can control the water pressure and be on a safer ladder.
Wouldn't you know, TMII heard me and my stated concerns and arranged to have JP meet me at 105 and purposefully neglected to inform me of such plan. JP calls the co-worker over the radio that is helping me and he informs JP that we are no longer in the area. My phone blew up after that. I have a firm discussion with my TMII informing him that there is no way for me to know that he had arranged for help for me when he doesn't let me know. I then inform him that he's going to tell E (the boss boss) all about how I "went and did my own thing when that is not what happened."
TMII has me on speaker phone and purposely has someone else listening in on the conversation without letting me know. I actually am ok with this as I have nothing to be ashamed about. I am driving down the Interstate talking on the phone I finally mention this fact and state that I am hanging up. During the conversation I offer to go back to the 105 shop. I am told no, just come to Commercial and we will talk about this later.
We never talk about this later. TMII complains about me to our boss C and boss boss E. What a baby. Cannot even handle anything in a business-like or professional manner.
I am written up for not doing as told and for being rude on the phone. What a joke. Women are expected to be bare foot and pregnant and keep their mouth shut here. Even if a safety issue.
Funny thing though, my cooworker who is also being trained on the street sweeper has not once had to go to the 105 shop to clean the sweeper. He comes to Commercial Blvd. What kinda' crap is that???
These people be crazy!
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L