My Little Red Wagon

Tim Fish Here. Is there some test that people take to become supervisors? I used to be a manager, but I also believe in the "Peter Principle" that states (loosely) that someone is promoted until they are incompetent. This was one of the guiding principles that helped me realize that I am better at fixing elevators, than I am at supervising men who fix them. So after six years of 'managing' (poorly at times) I picked my tools back up, and have been happy ever since.

Well, today one of the "geniuses" who sits at a desk and has no idea what it takes to do my job, has decided that all of the "worker bees" will park their trucks in the parking garages and walk to whichever building they need to work at. (A little background. For the past 100 years, 'elevator men' have had "rock star" parking, because no one likes being stuck on an elevator while the elevator man is looking for a parking place.) Now there will be no 'on street' parking, no parking at the building docks, no parking in the 30 minute parking, etc... What's up with this?

Tomorrow I will have pictures, but let me tell you what I've done.

I went to WalMart (during company time) and bought a "Radio Flyer" red wagon. Then I spent the rest of the day pulling it around campus from building to building, doing my elevator maintenance. I have my 35 pound tool box, my 'Homer' bucket with my multi-voltage meter, electrical connectors, head light, and rags neatly stashed inside, my Hoover vacuum cleaner, my red oil can, and a few assorted elevator parts that I might need. (Little light bulbs for the elevator push buttons and stuff) I need to figure out how to attach my trusty broom for sweeping out the pits and my dust pan. I gotta tell you, I'm a little sore from all the walking, but I've been wanting to lose weight anyway.

Oh yeah, I'll show them. They may try to keep me from doing my job, but I'll find a way to do it anyway. After all.....I am, Tim Fish, elevatorman.