1999.11.15 Sinking At Work

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Last Friday, I was having difficulty enjoying my work. The piles of truck orders had accumulated suddenly with a great certainty that I would have to come in over the weekend to mop it up. As I struggled under that pile, I received a string of annoying-question-calls from dealers and sales reps. Additionally, I needed to plow through a pile of problems left behind by Angie, the lady who does the engine programming for us. I was well into my grit-my-teeth phase of coping.

As if on cue, I received a call from North Final - they needed an altered engine parameter sheet. When I completed it, I decided to run it out to them personally instead of sending it by e-mail or by gofer - I could use the break from my desk.

The final assembly area is at the direct opposite side of the manufacturing facility from where the engineering office is, so I got to stroll down the length of the main production line on my way. As I went, I recognised several of the trucks as specs that I had worked on - and felt a certain amount of pride and accomplishment. Just as the grin was spreading on my face, the incidental music began.

The production workers listen to the radio over the din of their labours. It just so happened that The Tragically Hip started playing. New Orleans Is Sinking.

Oh yeah. I love that song. Apparently, I'm not the only one. Pretty much everyone started doing "a little dance shig" - including me.

Ooooooooh NO! Nooooooooh YEAH!
My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in? New Orleans is sinkin' man, I and I don't wanna swim!
SWIM!