Well, big probly aint the right word. No other way to say it. The new boss was short. He was shortern' a golf tournament in a lightnin' storm, and a Yankee.
He come in to that plant last July like that guy Napoleon and started right in with how he was going to narrow the loss margins and think out of the box to implement forward thinking objectives that make workers stakeholders and increase our optics on market share profitability. I might not have that quite right. Got it secondhand from Floyd and he thought the whole thing sounded dangerously European.
Lars, the new boss, (Who names their kid Lars?) starts off reviewing all the personnel files and next thing ya know Floyd's off the forklift and in the maintenance department.
Seems sales of sex toys, (That's what they make, ya know. They create more smiles than a discount dentist.) have been limp and a few companies have pulled out of the market after sales went soft. Anyway, now everybody got two jobs. Floyd was put in maintenance cause he did it in the Army. That dopey Yankee shoulda looked at Floyd's evaluations. One sergeant said Floyd was the best asset ISIS had. Floyd was not a good mechanic.
Well, the day in question began badly. Floyd no sooner set foot in the plant when that Lars guy starts shouting at him. The latex injector on the assembly line for 'Big Leroy' (I don't think I have to add any details on that) was not getting the right shade of black. I never knew black had shades, but I'm just a country girl.
Poor Floyd was the only maintenance guy there and Lars jus kep yellin at him like Donald Trump on the phone with Ukraine. Floyd doesn't do well getting yelled at. When I'm mad, I just clock him a two-by-four, try not to hit the steel plate in his head though.
