Vernacular in the Workplace, Part Six

Receiving many packages for other belts, I told the Building Supervisor we were "Tasting the Rainbow." The belts are distinguished by colors. He understood what my direct supervisor did not.

It would not surprise me if she doesn't know what Skittles are. While I was told not to say this phrase, the problem was resolved. He understood what was happening. It can happen- when boxes come down too quickly they cannot move them to the appropriate conveyor belts.

I have used that phrase so often and for so long it has been used by different supervisors. What a strange legacy. You never know what you will be remembered for. Some fondly recall me for calling out "Sons of bitches." Grammatically that is correct.

Others fondly recalled my impression of Bones Thugs and Harmony which mostly sounds like an auctioneer. Today is not the day and my New York Times Obituary will not include "The man who compared misrouted packages to Tasting the Rainbow died today." Would all my LinkedIn articles inspire a New York Times obituary?

Not today. Working in a different area usually inspires different ideas. Not from them. A lot of people, regardless of age, grow old. Don't do the same thing every day. It isn't consistent, it's a habit.

Sometimes it gets busy. So busy that we go:

Onyx

You probably remember what happened when it's Onyx time. "Slam!" We also would have accepted Everything, Everywhere All At Once. The kids of today learn about Onyx. Can't wait for a song to be used in a commercial or an episode of Stranger Things. It could lead to:

Mattress Discounters

You have no idea how many boxed mattresses are sent. People are supposed to change their mattress every eight years. They are never-ending. The size varies. They could be sixty pounds, they could weight one hundred forty pounds. Won't know until you lift them. At least you weren't:

Vulcanized

Some days no tires are delivered. Others times they are stacked to the ceiling. There is no good place for tires in the truck so they are sent at the end.

One supervisor who was transferred wanted me to send all large packages as soon as possible. I have to work with this group. Space is limited. It will all go down before we leave. hopefully not after I:

Fred Sanford

I never wrote a proper Sanford and Son article. Keep that in mind. Many whom I work with could be referred to as "Dummy". My sister called me a dummy when she was about three. It was funny the way she said it. Our mother told her not to call me that. I knew where she was coming from so it wasn't hurtful.

I could not explain where all the junk on the belt came from. Many packages going many places- if they don't belong they are considered "Junk". It has no bearing on what is in the boxes- it needs to go to the correct area. Until that time, I am a junk man.

At least I don't have a drawer filled with glasses of different strengths used for distances, reading and everything else. Now I have to go back and watch that iconic show.

Fun Fact: Every time I write one of these articles certain concepts are forgotten. Other ideas come up in the next couple of days.

That's what makes it a series. Probably not enough to justify a newsletter. I have so many newsletters to read. I don't want to add one more to the fray. You will have to settle for four hundred articles per year on various subjects. Which no one will read. So it goes.