Telephone company funny
Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:32 am
The mention of the terrorism bombing and arsons in another thread reminded me of this, and I thought y'all might be interested in some of the inner workings of the old Ma Bell.
In 1973 an arson fire caused a great deal of damage to a NY Telephone central office at 13th St. in NY City. I was working as a phone man upstate, way upstate, and was selected based, I found out later, on my work history, to be dispatched to NY City to help with the fire restoration.
I packed up my tools and clothes and took the train to NY, not quite knowing what a boonies Station Installer/Repairman would be assigned to do in such a situation. I got myself, as instructed, settled into a hotel room and then proceeded to the site. When I arrived there was a massive, well organized, state of confusion in progress and it took me a while to find the person I was supposed to report to. While I was searching for him, I was issued my hat and t-shirt declaring that I was part of the team.
When I reported I was told, after a consultation with a clipboard, that I would have a rotation in "the hole" from midnight to seven am, so I should go back to my room and get some rest and report back, sober, at about eleven thirty to be issued any tools I would need. I questioned what I would be doing in "the hole" and was told that I would be "spinning splices." When I pointed out that I had no real experience as a splicer, Mr. Clipboard threw a fit, much of which is not repeatable here, but the gist of it was that he was only supposed to have gotten qualified splicers, he didn't need installers and linemen, just qualified splicers, and that I should "wait over there" until he had time to straighten this one out.
Several hours later I was told that I had been traded to the Queens I/R garage for a qualified person and that I was to report there the next morning, and I should worry about transportation there on my own. I didn't even know where the place was.
The next morning, as instructed, I reported to the Queens garage and located the foreman I would be reporting to, who hadn't been made aware that I would be reporting to him and sat me aside while he dispatched his crew. This worthy then assessed my qualifications and assigned me a couple of troubles, issued me maps and keys to a vehicle and sent me off into the wilds of Queens to fend for myself.
I arrived at my first trouble, figured out what was wrong, and had it fixed in minutes, and went on to my next trouble. There I discovered that the problem was in the cable facilities back toward the central office, so I called in to the test board and after a long hold was told that there was an intermediate cross connnection point that I would have to check. I went there and proved the problem back toward the central office once again. When I called in to the test board then I was given a number and told to call back after lunch. I did as instructed, and it being only a little after ten am, I called in to dispatch and picked up another trouble, which I cleared on my own by about twelve fifteen.
After my lunch I called in with my number in line and only had to hold for about fifteen minutes before talking to a tester, who determined that the problem was in the cable (duh!) and that it had to be turned over to the splicers to fix.
I then called in and picked up another trouble, and after that another, and then yet another, which I finished in time to get back to the garage at about six.
When I arrived I found two people waiting for me, the foreman, who was concerned about my well being and why I was late, and the union business agent, who was there to give me heck for: a, working overtime when local union members didn't; b, working more than my assigned workload (two troubles handed to me in the morning) and; c, going into "two man" by myself.
The foreman just stood by while I was being read the riot act and when the union guy was done, he just kind of shrugged and took my time sheet and went onto his office.
At that point in time I decided that they didn't need me down there, and took it on myself to go back to my room, pack up my stuff, including my hat and t-shirt, and go back up to Albany.
The next morning I reported to my garage and when my boss asked me what I was doing there, I just told him that they didn't need me in NY City, and I went back to working the way I always did, with diligence and honesty.
I found out later that the original reason I was sent was that while I was in the Navy for four years I had been promoted, on paper, to Splicer, and that was the basis for my selection to be sent to NY City originally.
I also found out what "two man" was, a red lined area that had been declared, by the union, to be too dangerous for a person to work in alone, and not knowing, I had gone there alone.
And that the union contract, statewide, specified that before anyone on an out of town tour could be assigned to work overtime, ALL the persons in that job category in the garage had to be given an opportunity to work overtime, and assigned overtime was defined as anything more than "casual" and casual was thirty minutes or less.
It took the Queens garage almost a week to call my garage to check to see why I hadn't showed up the rest of the week. My boss, supportive as usual, told them that I had been reassigned and ordered back upstate.
In 1973 an arson fire caused a great deal of damage to a NY Telephone central office at 13th St. in NY City. I was working as a phone man upstate, way upstate, and was selected based, I found out later, on my work history, to be dispatched to NY City to help with the fire restoration.
I packed up my tools and clothes and took the train to NY, not quite knowing what a boonies Station Installer/Repairman would be assigned to do in such a situation. I got myself, as instructed, settled into a hotel room and then proceeded to the site. When I arrived there was a massive, well organized, state of confusion in progress and it took me a while to find the person I was supposed to report to. While I was searching for him, I was issued my hat and t-shirt declaring that I was part of the team.
When I reported I was told, after a consultation with a clipboard, that I would have a rotation in "the hole" from midnight to seven am, so I should go back to my room and get some rest and report back, sober, at about eleven thirty to be issued any tools I would need. I questioned what I would be doing in "the hole" and was told that I would be "spinning splices." When I pointed out that I had no real experience as a splicer, Mr. Clipboard threw a fit, much of which is not repeatable here, but the gist of it was that he was only supposed to have gotten qualified splicers, he didn't need installers and linemen, just qualified splicers, and that I should "wait over there" until he had time to straighten this one out.
Several hours later I was told that I had been traded to the Queens I/R garage for a qualified person and that I was to report there the next morning, and I should worry about transportation there on my own. I didn't even know where the place was.
The next morning, as instructed, I reported to the Queens garage and located the foreman I would be reporting to, who hadn't been made aware that I would be reporting to him and sat me aside while he dispatched his crew. This worthy then assessed my qualifications and assigned me a couple of troubles, issued me maps and keys to a vehicle and sent me off into the wilds of Queens to fend for myself.
I arrived at my first trouble, figured out what was wrong, and had it fixed in minutes, and went on to my next trouble. There I discovered that the problem was in the cable facilities back toward the central office, so I called in to the test board and after a long hold was told that there was an intermediate cross connnection point that I would have to check. I went there and proved the problem back toward the central office once again. When I called in to the test board then I was given a number and told to call back after lunch. I did as instructed, and it being only a little after ten am, I called in to dispatch and picked up another trouble, which I cleared on my own by about twelve fifteen.
After my lunch I called in with my number in line and only had to hold for about fifteen minutes before talking to a tester, who determined that the problem was in the cable (duh!) and that it had to be turned over to the splicers to fix.
I then called in and picked up another trouble, and after that another, and then yet another, which I finished in time to get back to the garage at about six.
When I arrived I found two people waiting for me, the foreman, who was concerned about my well being and why I was late, and the union business agent, who was there to give me heck for: a, working overtime when local union members didn't; b, working more than my assigned workload (two troubles handed to me in the morning) and; c, going into "two man" by myself.
The foreman just stood by while I was being read the riot act and when the union guy was done, he just kind of shrugged and took my time sheet and went onto his office.
At that point in time I decided that they didn't need me down there, and took it on myself to go back to my room, pack up my stuff, including my hat and t-shirt, and go back up to Albany.
The next morning I reported to my garage and when my boss asked me what I was doing there, I just told him that they didn't need me in NY City, and I went back to working the way I always did, with diligence and honesty.
I found out later that the original reason I was sent was that while I was in the Navy for four years I had been promoted, on paper, to Splicer, and that was the basis for my selection to be sent to NY City originally.
I also found out what "two man" was, a red lined area that had been declared, by the union, to be too dangerous for a person to work in alone, and not knowing, I had gone there alone.
And that the union contract, statewide, specified that before anyone on an out of town tour could be assigned to work overtime, ALL the persons in that job category in the garage had to be given an opportunity to work overtime, and assigned overtime was defined as anything more than "casual" and casual was thirty minutes or less.
It took the Queens garage almost a week to call my garage to check to see why I hadn't showed up the rest of the week. My boss, supportive as usual, told them that I had been reassigned and ordered back upstate.