SS MAYFLOAT
Admiral
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Friday afternoon, I get called into the office. My boss sorta knows to call me to the office in the morning prior to me getting into my work. <br /><br />It is 2:30 in the afternoon and just finished changing bearings on an exhaust stack blower for the fryers. This is one of the nastiest jobs that I do. There is no way of doing this without getting coated with greasy gummy crud up to your elbows. Of course being at roof level, ya gotta be on your knees in the greasy mess. Not even wearing coveralls will keep the grease from soaking through.<br /><br />I finally get myself cleaned up the best I can except for my clothes and go up to the office. I push the security button, and the door pops open and there is all my boss's and office staff snapping a picture of me and clapping. I'm like totally lost on what is going on. At this point I feel like a mud coverd hog at a dinner party.<br /><br />After the hooplah I get presented with an award for 200,000 miles of accident free driving for the past 8 years. 
Surprised me since nobody in the company for the past 26 years has ever made it past 150,000 mile mark. <br /><br />The pictures they took makes for a good laugh. Them all dressed to the hilt, and me dressed like I was drug through a grease pit. One picture showed the light baige carpet where I walked. Seemed like I left foot prints from the grease that was on my shoes. Yep, I did that alright!
Surprised me since nobody in the company for the past 26 years has ever made it past 150,000 mile mark. <br /><br />The pictures they took makes for a good laugh. Them all dressed to the hilt, and me dressed like I was drug through a grease pit. One picture showed the light baige carpet where I walked. Seemed like I left foot prints from the grease that was on my shoes. Yep, I did that alright! 
