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Apr. 20th, 2020 04:50 pmYou know how they've been talking about there being a ten-day to two-week delay from one country to the next? That's a vague way of putting it, but the idea was that Italy was about that far behind China, in terms of when their peak hit, and we were another couple weeks behind Italy. That had been the theory at one point, anyway, and look, that part's not actually that important. The point! The point is, two weeks behind.
So today, one of the supervisors was waiting for us when we arrived in the building to go over policy changes before our shift started. Some of it is just more coherent rules on social distancing. For example, management has suddenly figured out that the breakroom kitchen exists, and people go into it, and that might be a problem. So a bunch of areas have new maximum occupancy signs.
Also, they're working on making some plexiglass barriers that could be set between people who are working side by side. (They already made some rather hilarious miscalculations on that project, but hey, at least they're trying.)
AND! And, oh joy of joys, they are looking into sourcing cleanroom-approved masks we could wear. They're looking into it.
It! Has! Been! A! Month! A month since the county went on lockdown, and they are just implementing these policies or even just vaguely cogitating on the subject.
My gods.
I mean.
My fucking gods.
The lumbering, insensate foolishness of management in large corporations. All I could think of was Douglas Adams' description of a particular spaceship that lacked somewhat in the handling department: "looked like a fish, moved like a fish, steered like a cow." Oh, we're on the cutting edge of manufacturing, developing brilliant new tools for the medical field, and it still took a month for someone to notice that unmasked employees forced to sit in close proximity might be a minor issue.
I have passed beyond anger and into disgust.
So today, one of the supervisors was waiting for us when we arrived in the building to go over policy changes before our shift started. Some of it is just more coherent rules on social distancing. For example, management has suddenly figured out that the breakroom kitchen exists, and people go into it, and that might be a problem. So a bunch of areas have new maximum occupancy signs.
Also, they're working on making some plexiglass barriers that could be set between people who are working side by side. (They already made some rather hilarious miscalculations on that project, but hey, at least they're trying.)
AND! And, oh joy of joys, they are looking into sourcing cleanroom-approved masks we could wear. They're looking into it.
It! Has! Been! A! Month! A month since the county went on lockdown, and they are just implementing these policies or even just vaguely cogitating on the subject.
My gods.
I mean.
My fucking gods.
The lumbering, insensate foolishness of management in large corporations. All I could think of was Douglas Adams' description of a particular spaceship that lacked somewhat in the handling department: "looked like a fish, moved like a fish, steered like a cow." Oh, we're on the cutting edge of manufacturing, developing brilliant new tools for the medical field, and it still took a month for someone to notice that unmasked employees forced to sit in close proximity might be a minor issue.
I have passed beyond anger and into disgust.
