A Short Story for Engineers

A Short Story for Engineers


You don’t have to be an engineer to appreciate this story.

A toothpaste factory had a problem: they sometimes shipped empty boxes, without the tube inside. This was due to the way the production line was set up, and people with experience in designing production lines will tell you how difficult it is to have everything happen with timings so precise that every single unit coming out of it is perfect 100% of the time. Small variations in the environment (which can’t be controlled in a cost-effective fashion) mean you must have quality assurance checks smartly distributed across the line so that customers all the way down to the supermarket don’t get pissed off and buy another product instead.

Understanding how important that was, the CEO of the toothpaste factory got the top people in the company together and they decided to start a new project, in which they would hire an external engineering company to solve their empty boxes problem, as their engineering department was already too stretched to take on any extra effort.

The project followed the usual process: budget and project sponsor allocated, RFP, third-parties selected, and six months (and $8 million) later they had a fantastic solution — on time, on budget, high quality and everyone in the project had a great time.
They solved the problem by using high-tech precision scales that would sound a bell and flash lights whenever a toothpaste box weighed less than it should. The line would stop; someone would walk over and yank the defective box off of it, pressing another button when done to re-start the line.

A while later, the CEO decides to have a look at the Return on Investment of the project: amazing results! No empty boxes ever shipped out of the factory after the scales were put in place. Very few customer complaints and they were gaining market share.
“That’s some money well spent!” – he said, before looking closely at the other statistics in the report.

It turns out, the number of defects picked up by the scales was 0 after three weeks of production use. It should have picked up at least a dozen a day, so maybe there was something wrong with the report. He requested an inquiry, and after some investigation, the engineers come back saying the report was actually correct. The scales really weren't picking up any defects, because all boxes that got to that point in the conveyor belt were good.

Puzzled, the CEO traveled down to the factory, and walked up to the part of the line where the precision scales were installed.
A few feet before the scale, there was a cheap desk fan, blowing the empty boxes out of the belt and into a bin.

“Oh, that,” says one of the workers — “one of the guys put it there 'cause he was tired of walking over every time the bell
rang."
 
hubby didn't find it funny - to close to his reality of those above spending millions without consulting the coalface for solutions - and those below having the solutions they are unconsulted about (or not disclosing due to testosterone territory issues).

I found it funny.
 
Reminds me of the story about the Americans spending millions developing a pen to work in space (no gravity) while the Russians used a pencil. Not sure if its true.
 
You sure it was really a private company?

Edited after getting a reminder of the Code of Conduct at school today I mean at work today.
 
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There is always another way to solve a problem.

Ever since i was a child, i've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.

So I went to a shrink and told him:

"I've got problems; Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared, I'm stressed and I think I'm going crazy."

"Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said the shrink. 'Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.."

"How much do you charge?"

"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor.

"I'll think about it and get back to you" I said.

Six months later the doctor met me on the street. "Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?" he asked.

"Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money!
After I left your office I went to the pub and a bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went out and bought me a new pickup."

"Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, "and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
 
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