Ten days ago, the factory opened me up; early this saturday morning, the head of the factory suddenly called and said that one of the plant's equipment was broken and asked me to go back。
When the phone rings, i'm standing on the balcony blowing and carrying half a glass of water that didn't last night. I looked at it for two seconds, and i looked at it as if it was something that stinged -- it wasn't moving, it was the feeling that it was coming。
I didn't say anything yet, so i said, "do you get up? There's been an accident at the plant. The line's stopped. You have to come over and take a look."
His "teacher" was a good call, as if yesterday we were in the workshop and we were crouching and listening. But the first thing i think about is the cut-off notice 10 days ago, and it says clean and clean: optimize the staff structure. It sounds so decent, like what high-end management upgrades are being made in the factory, which is actually a one-size-fits-all cut to my head。
I worked at the factory for eight years, starting with my teacher fu, with oil on my hands, with ash in my eyes, and then i was called in the first reaction to a malfunction. The equipment, especially the “grandfather”, is highly sophisticated, complex and temperamental, and normally drifts with a small parameter, so that the finished dimension can run. The rest of the maintenance team came here twice, took out the clothes, put them in pieces, and finally i cleaned up the mess. You're welcome. I know that set of things in the factory better than many managers。
So he said to me, "come on over there," and i said, "the manager, talk about the maintenance offer."
The phone was silent for two seconds, and that kind of silence was particularly interesting, like he didn't think i'd be so straight. He clears his voice, lowers his voice, and gets a little uncomfortable with it: "teacher, you're going outside. What's the money for? One day of stoppage of the equipment and one day of stoppage of the production line
I almost laughed, but i couldn't stand it. I put the cups on the window table, and i said, "that's because of the damage, so let's be clear. I can't fix it, and my time is wasted. I'll start with the offer, and i'll go there, and i won't let you find someone else.”
He's obviously upset, and the sound goes up, "isn't this a robbery? I didn't see you counting with me when i worked late at the factory."
And as soon as that came out, i had the fire in my heart. Before? What was i before? I'm an employee. Overtime is paid to protect production, pay and so-called “team spirit”. But what did they do 10 days ago? On the day of the announcement, i was still debugging the equipment, wearing gloves and having no time to wash my hands, and was called to the office to sign. The process is moving fast, like i'm afraid to react. Compensation? Not a penny. Reason? Great. Attitude? It's as cold as the iron plate in the warehouse。
I made it clear to the phone: “i used to pay you, i was your man, and now i'm fired, and i'm not from the factory. Now you're asking me to provide technical services, which is outsourced maintenance, of course
The director was silent, changed the tone, started playing the emotional card: "we've been working together for so many years, can't you be so unkind? It's not easy for everyone. Just do me a favor."
And i won't go around with him, and i'll break it down: "it's not me who's in love, who's running a factory that doesn't have a face. If you want to make peace, then you could have made peace, at least by the rules. Now i'm telling you the rules, the price, no shame."
I did, and i said, "that's what i'm offering. You've lost a lot of time with your equipment. You just said that. If you want, i'll come and you'll find someone else. If you really think i'm expensive, don't blame me if you call the maintenance team outside."
He said, "all right, you wait, just snap the phone off."。
I was calm at that moment. He didn't hang up because he didn't want to fix it. But i'm not soft. And i don't want to go back to that: do the most, do the most, and eventually the fastest。
Cell phones were quiet all morning. I went downstairs to eat noodles and the noodle shop owner asked me why i'm not in the factory these days. It's funny to say it, yes, to say it — to say it — to be said it — to leave anyway。
When i got home, i opened the toolbox, the usual wrench, the watch, the vibrator, the stifling, the inner six corners, set it up the same way and take it back. It's not that i'm active, it's that i know that the device is really broken, and there's no one in the factory who can handle it. There are two kinds of maintenance teams out there: one who can't pick up and shakes his head when he hears a model and says, "the queue has expired" and the other one who dares to pick up, but gives you a price that scares you, drags you for two or three days, opens up a circle and ends with a phrase that says, "you're going to have to make it." the package is more expensive than buying a second hand. I'll count the manager。
The phone rings again at around 2:00 p. M。
This time he's a lot softer, like the morning's work was wiped out by reality: "teacher, the price is as you say. Can you come over as soon as you can? I'll give you half as a deposit."
And i said, "well, there's no more bullshit: "turn the deposit, and i'll go out."
The money will be here soon. I put the kit on my back, and i brought two usual little parts. - some of the stores have, but you expect them to find them? It's better to save time. When i came downstairs to stop the car, i suddenly thought of a picture of myself leaving with a cardboard box 10 days ago: a box with a suit, a notebook, two maintenance manuals, and a screwdriver for years. I heard my footsteps when i walked out of the factory。
It's a different mood to go back today. It's not going back to work, it's going to work, it's going to work, it's going to settle。
The car arrived at the door of the factory, and the doorman saw me stunning, and then pretended to carry the pole. I didn't tell him much. Go straight to the workshop. On the way there were several old colleagues who saw me and looked at me first, and then looked down. Some people move their lips like they want to say hello, and they don't make a sound. I understand that they don't want to say, they don't know what to say. After all, i've been fired, and no one dares to get involved, lest i be on the list。
The machine did not work in the workshop and was so quiet that only a few people surrounded the equipment, like a patient who suddenly fell. The manager saw me come, and he put a smile on his face, and he said, "teacher, you're here."
I put my kit down, and i asked, "when did it stop? Was there anything unusual before we stopped? Do you have the wrong code? Who's been there?"
The team leader next to me said that he had to call the police in the morning and try to get back in position, and the power was out. I heard nods and asked them to pull out all the alarm records and recent parameter changes. There's someone else who wants to say, "we'll do what we used to do, and i didn't do it." it's the thing about equipment, and it's the thing that scares me the most. Many of the malfunctions have changed quietly in "unchanged" places。
I started with the most basic power, pressure and lubrication systems. Because of this equipment, the real “big bad” is less likely, more so where problems with small components lead to chain protection. Let's get rid of the perimeter first, save it all. Several dots were measured using a single scale, and the power was fine; the pressure was stable; and there was something wrong with the lubricating pump, with a small return. I crouched down and touched the pipe, and i found an uneven temperature。
But it is not enough to stop it. I'm going to go through it and follow the alarm code to a location sensor. It's a piece of shit, it doesn't usually look like it's bad, because it makes the system think it's moving or not, and it directly protects the shutdown. The moment the shield was removed, a familiar smell of metal and oil came up, and i was a little stung -- i smelled it for eight years。
I let the next person turn on the light, and i'll see if i can see the signal. On a closer look, the external skin of the sensor cable is worn, and it is estimated that prolonged vibrations, coupled with irregular walking lines, lead to poor exposure by grinding. The details in the factory have been left unattended and are usually taken into account as long as there are no problems in the factory。
I'm not in a hurry to come to a conclusion, but to reorder the cable, make a temporary by-pass check, reset the equipment, but run to a certain speed and call the police. There is more than one problem. And then i checked a servo-driven alarm and found intermittent overload tips. Overloading may not necessarily be real overloading, but may also be mechanical resistance. So i went to listen to the sound of the pole, the track, and i measured it with an oscillator, and there was a vibration anomaly that was similar to the one i had done before -- a faulty bearing that started to hold back, started heating up to a certain degree, increased resistance, and the system was protected。
The manager was anxious to be around and asked from time to time whether he could fix it and whether he could recover today. And i didn't lift my head, and i just said, "don't rush it, it's useless. If you want to hurry, follow my rhythm, not in command."
He's a little hung up, but he can't。
I've opened up the key parts, and the bearings are so tiny, they don't work. I asked if the warehouse had spare parts of the same type, and the team leader said it was uncertain. The manager immediately sent someone to find it, and it took him half a day to get a match. I looked at it and said no. The manager frowns, "what do we do?" why don't you put on a suit and run?"
I looked up at him and i looked at him and i said, "if you wanted to get rid of the equipment, you'd be fine. It's not a day's stop, a week's stop, or even a main axis
He heard nothing。
It's good to have two commonly used specifications of spare parts before i'm here and it's perfect to replace them. It's also a coincidence, but it's a matter of experience — knowing which places are the most vulnerable to problems after a long period of time — without one or two in the bag, it's just a problem for itself。
After replacing the bearings and sensor cables, i re-corrected the parameters, especially the boundary values, which had previously been slightly higher in order to track output, which in the short term did not seem to be enough to depress the mechanical structure in the long run. And i said, "don't think too fast, not so fast. The equipment's life has been sharpened a little, and the end of the incident has to stop.”
Some nod their heads, others pretend not to hear. I said it, i don't expect them to listen。
In about three hours, the equipment finally returned to normal. I let it run away for a while, then test the product, stabilize the data, call the police, and the temperature is within reasonable limits. Once the production line had been opened, the noise in the workshop had been refilled with ears, and the familiar feeling of “living back” came back. The manager stood beside me, apparently relieved, and finally laid down the tension on his face and even slapped me on my shoulder: "teacher, you're still good. People out there can't do it for half a day."
I moved his hand softly. I didn't take it. I know he's not exaggerating me, he's looking for steps for himself: look, i don't want to keep you, you're too “special” and you can't find a replacement, so you have to come back. Unfortunately, it's not working for me。
He handed over the rest of the money to me on the spot, and he turned a little more, saying it was “hard work”. I saw the amount of the account, i didn't refuse it, i didn't say much, but i said, “if the money is received, then if you come to me again, you will follow this rule.”
The manager laughed a little awkwardly: "come on, follow the rules, follow the rules."
And i gather the tools, and pack the old pieces, and i leave the garbage to others. It's not that i'm too careful. I'm used to working so i don't have to go back and talk about it. Before i left, i wrote several risk points on paper and handed them to the squad leader so he could remember to arrange maintenance. The team leader went over and said, "good, good," but the eyes went up to the manager like he was waiting for the director to make a statement. The manager noded at the vague location。
I didn't stop, i went out on my back. When i came to the door of the workshop, someone whispered behind me and couldn't hear exactly what to say, but it was also possible to guess that i was “hard”, that i was “too hard”, and that others might wonder, if they should have been fired sometime。
After that line of familiar work, i saw a couple of old colleagues finally looking up, and one of them, who had a good relationship with me, yelled like, "brother."
I stopped and looked back at him and thought it would be superfluous to say something. The last thing i did was lift my chin, "do your best, don't lose your skills."
He's nodding. He's very hard。
Out of the factory, the sun was a little obscurous. And i stood on the way to the gate, and suddenly my chest was so open. It's a real relief — i eat with my skills, earn with my skills, don't owe anyone anything, and don't eat dumb。
I used to be in love, so i went up to the top and stayed up all night, and i thought we were all gonna take care of it. But in the end? The list comes down, it's like a piece of paper. It was only at that moment that i realized that many people's mouths were “loves” that were the reason for you to continue to lose; and when you did not lose, he said that you had changed and that you were in love。
But did i really change? I just put it right: i used to be an employee, i was a job, and now i'm a mechanic, i'm a service. Duties can be generous and services must be priced. The rules rise and the people are clean. The more you make things clear, the more you draw boundaries, the less you can be squeezed。
When i drove away, i looked at the factory through the mirror and didn't have a crush on it. Eight years i haven't done it for nothing, and all that trouble, all that night work, all those moments sitting next to the machine, have become my bottom. The factory can take me, but i'm not fired。
The most realistic thing in the world is this: it's not food, it's hotter than a note; it's technology, it's the bones in the waistbar, it's what really holds you. As long as they're there, you'll be able to make money on your feet。
