Mentors.

"It's not whether or not you fall in the shit - but how you get yourself out of it". I found myself quoting those wise words yesterday - thirty some-odd years after have had them said to me by one of my earliest mentors - the late Jim Higgins.

I was all of about 20, working in a small, local machine shop. Jim kind of took me under his wing and taught me a lot. I liked working with him because whenever I screwed something up (usually on an hourly basis) and I had to "go to confession", he'd just say "Why you goddamn dummy....Ok here's how we're going to fix this..." He was a funny character - tall, skinny, gangly. I have no idea how old he was, but I'm thinking he was at least in his sixties. He had snow white hair and a mustache to match - except where it was stained yellow from his ever-present cigar. He had a crooked, snaggle-toothed grin and an absolute cackle for a laugh. He told me all kinds of funny stories about the people and the things that had happened at that shop. (Jim had been there a long time).

He taught me other things too - things about how to manipulate people. He told me one time that they had a foreman that everyone hated. The guys in the shop got together and chipped in to buy him a very nice cashmere sweater and presented it to him at the Christmas party. They got the owner of the shop nothing. The foreman was gone shortly thereafter. Pretty crafty.

One night Jim, Dick and I (there were only three of us on second shift) were all hanging around Jim's bench where we spent our breaks... except break was long since over. The owner of the shop came in and, before he got beyond the end of Jim's bench, Jim jumped up and started yelling at him about something the day shift guys had done. When all was said and done, he had the shop owner telling Jim that he'd look into it and backing away. As we walked away from our "extended" break, Jim looked at me and said "Did you notice how he didn't notice we were on break when we weren't supposed to be....?" ....and he cackled loud and long.

I miss him.

A few years later, I was working at a steel mill and another veteran took me under his tutelage. Al was his name. He didn't teach me much about being a toolmaker, but boy he taught me the ins and outs of working in a union steel mill. If anyone knew how to work the system, it was Al.

He was an odd duck. If he liked you, he'd give you the shirt off his back, but if he DIDN'T like you, he was merciless. He used to be a heavy, heavy drinker. He'd bring in a quart of vodka a night in his Thermos and it was empty when he left. Fortunately, by the time I met him, he'd mended his ways.

He was the one who explained to me that, if you were in the mill, they could force you to stay (for overtime), but if you were home, they couldn't MAKE you come in. He said "If they try that shit, just tell them you've been drinking, and you'll need a ride in - but then they'll send you home for being in an unfit condition, so they might as well not come and get you". Flawless logic.

Vacations were handled in a rather unfair fashion: no more than two guys were allowed to be on vacation at the same time, and the vacation calendar was filled out by seniority. By the time the calendar got to me, (low man on the totem pole) everything between Memorial Day and Labor Day was long gone. I really wanted to take a certain week off in August, to go to a motorcycle rally, but it didn't look like there was any chance of that at all. If someone "vacated" a week on the calendar, it was supposed to be trickled down through the seniority all over again. Al, of course, had a solution: he told me to take a certain week in December (that he wanted) that was open - and because he had quite a bit of seniority, he'd take the week I wanted. At the last minute, he said "we'll switch - at that point, no one else will want to make plans at the last minute and they'll let it go....." He was right, of course, and I got to go to my motorcycle rally.

One time, we got written up for being on break when we weren't supposed to be, but wise Al, worked the system and made them take back the write-up. He claimed we'd been working on a breakdown and had worked through our break, so we took break late. Since they hadn't seen us sit down....they had to take back the write-up.

Now, some twenty-odd years later, I find myself in a bit of role reversal. We have a young engineer, who comes to me for advice from time to time. He's a good egg and a very sharp cookie. I find myself telling him things like "It's easier to get forgiveness than permission" and "It's not whether or not you fall in the shit...."