So I ran out of Bravura mouthpiece receivers this morning and set out to make just two of them for the next orders. One thing led to another and somehow I pressed the wrong button on my vmc which erased crucial information. No problem, I take very good notes so I looked up my handwritten numbers and punched them in...or not. It seems the last time I made receivers I had made several adjustments to the program and for some reason didn't take notes! I have hundreds of pages of notes that I never go back and read, but I needed this info now. Two hours later, I re-created what had been done before and I'm back to cutting the receivers. Not to mention my vmc only cuts the mouthpiece half of the receiver. I then chuck them in the lathe and cut the back end custom to each leadpipe so my vmc didn't save me any time this round.
It's funny how you can make plans, take care to ensure those plans are going to work and then something happens. In this case, I pressed the wrong button, but sometimes it's like the lady who honked at me (and everyone else) at the drive through this morning. She started screaming at me to hurry up so I rolled down my window and simply asked, "can't you be nice?". Her response was something about how she's late for work. So what did she do? Forced her way through the line (we're in vehicles mind you) and cut in front of everyone driving straight to the window to place her order. I live in Minnesota, this isn't LA or NYC...what is going on? Do people really think that because life isn't going as planned for them that they can take it out on everyone around them? I guess so. The irony is that they gave me her meal at the window and I had to inform them it belonged to the angry woman waiting in the parking space ahead. Maybe the lesson is that life doesn't always go as planned so we simply need to make the best of every situation?
All I know is that I got to eat and I re-programmed my machine. Two curve balls, two strikes and then two home runs. That's how I try to deal with life's surprises.