I assure you that I do actually work at work.
January 7th, 2016
Where I work, there is at least one manufacturing engineer assigned to cover every thirty people employed here, along with a considerable, permanent staff of maintenance personnel, multiple technicians who are ostensibly trained to know the equipment we build and utilize inside and out, any number of team leaders, supervisors, and a couple of tinkerers, mechanics, machinists, and other assorted mad scientists.
And yet, somehow, I am the guy that gets called on to fix everything that breaks in this dump.
Part of that is the fact that I am readily available, and have evinced a propensity for getting things done. The other part of that is the sad truth that all of the above individuals are wholly unwilling to do their job, much less in a time scale that enables continuous production on our floor. So, whenever a computer fails to function corrrectly or a device is malfunctioning, people yell for Denny.
And that's not even counting the massive amounts of rework I am tasked with sorting out on a weekly basis. Strictly speaking, the general policy is that whoever built something wrong is supposed to fix it. And if they built it right but it fails for some reason, it's their job to repair their creations which have failed. But despite Denny being awfully busy with his own work, I'm the one who gets asked to repair stuff.
I find this amusing on one level, since while my knowledge of electronics is pretty advanced, the sad truth is that I'm completely mystified by things with moving parts and mechanical systems. Yet, somehow, I have started to get a little better at figuring out how to make them go, thanks to my time here at COMPANY NAME REDACTED this job. When I'm not crafting butts out of curved wire, that is.