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19/5/11 02:04 (UTC)also, to finish my earlier thought...
my dad has also kept pretty detailed logs of his workday.
for example, when he worked at the steel company (where he retired from) he had maybe 2 or 3 different templates where he would log his job. he had me make them and he'd make copies.
he would log the date and then log however many moves of material he made with the crane. or if he was bundling stuff he'd keep track of how many bundles he made... or if he was driving a particular crane/forklift/etc. he would record how many things he moved... he wanted to remember what he did that day. (he would also keep step by step instructions for how to do things.) he figured, if those irritating/demanding managers ever wanted to say he wasn't doing his work, he would be able to tell them exactly what he did.
the most chilling story he told us: a manager kept telling him that he had to work faster - as usual. my dad kept saying, i'm not gonna rush. i want to be safe. a coworker of my dad's was always rushing. huffing and puffing, being stressed and worried. he was very near retirement... i'm talking months away. one day, he was rushing to finish putting some ginourmous metal coils (it was metal strips, many feet wide, all rolled up into a giant coil, thousands of pounds) in place...my impression was that they would move the coils apart to pick the correct strips (there were different thicknesses) and then move the coils back when they were done. well, because he was in a rush, the guy forgot to put down the stopper they used to prevent the coils from rolling once they were in place. the coil started rolling slowly and the guy could see it was going to go to far... he rushed forward to put down the stopper and tripped and fell. the coil kept going and crushed this poor man's head.
my father was freaked out, but more than ever, stood his ground.