I might not have been right in doing this but that is not what the story is about. This is something I did at work that I
did because I thought it was funny as heck and the guy deserved it, at least I felt he did.
We had this young forman. He was new and a pretty good guy. He was half Athabaska Indian and half black, the get of a sailor
and his lady somewhere in Alaska. We called him Two Dogs and if you know the joke it makes sense. He was a tall skinny
sucker and actually pretty smart, he had gone to Anapolos.
At Christmas it was our habit to get together and buy the boss a present, that is if he was a decient boss, which Two Dogs
was. The forman would usually buy something, with company funds, out of the Granger catilouge for each of us.Something small
like maybe a tape measure or a pair of pliers or something like that, It was not a rule just what was common. Some bosses
never recieved a dang thing.
Well I took up a collection from everybody, maybe two hundred and fifty bucks, I forget but there were about 25 of us. Anyway
I went to the store and bought the boy a couple big bottles of booze and a gift certifacate. I got a nice card and took it to
everyone and had them sign it.
We always had a party just before Christmas shutdown and that is when we gave the gifts. Two Dogs had never been there during
Christmas and he had no clue he was getting anything. Just never entered his head.
Not much work is done on party day. We usually would go in to work and do what we had to to keep the line running but after
lunch nothing much was done. Everyone either brought in something for a party or kicked in to a kitty for Pizza and anything
that was needed.
I finally took the gift up to Two Dogs and gave them to him. He was speechless, to say the least and opened the package. The
package with the booze. He almost crapped! He was a 24 year old newbie and there were his bosses around. I made sure they
were not looking when Two Dogs opened it but was interested in his reaction. He quickly covered them up, looked at the Super
and asked me how the hell he was gonna get them out of the plant. I laughed and told him that it was his problem, we had done
our part!
Well he was tickled with his gift certifacate and then I asked him, "Where's our gift?" OH poor Two Dog!! He just looked at
me and didn't know what to say. We laughed our butts off at his expence and forgot about it. Heck he didn't know.
Well we all worked through Christmas and I teased him about it. He said he never knew that gifts were exchanged and we all
knew that. I just laughed and told him not to worry about it.
A week or so after Christmas I was looking for something in a Granger Catilouge. They sell almost anything needed for a
Maitence department, including tools. I was looking through it and happened to see the Swiss Army Knives. What the heck,
thunk I
To buy what we need from the book we just find the part number, make out a rec and give it to the boss to sign. Then I we
just gave it to the clerk and he would order it. I looked and saw that a decient one was about 10 or 15 bucks but then I
looked at the well equipted ones. Dang! They had a bunch of them. I saw one that was 82 bucks! What the heck, we were a
good crew and deserved that! Hahahahahha
I made out the rec put in the code for the badazz knife, counted up how many guys we had, which came to 22 and filled in the
rec. I took it to Two Dogs to sign. He asked what the heck it was for and I told him that I was looking out for him and had
found some pocket knives for the guys. He just looked at me and signed.
A few weeks later the order came in, 22 knives at 82 bucks each! Mike, the crib man contacted me and told me the order had
come in and I told him to call Two Dogs and let him know. I had no idea how he would react but there was little he could do
because I told him they were pocket knives. I never told the boy that they were 82 bucks each!!
He came to the crib adn looked at the unopened box. I told him, "There they are! You have the honor of handing them out. I
even was nice enough to get one for you!?
He opened the box and just stared at them, 22 knives all packaged up nice like. He said, "Whats this?" with a funny look on
his face. I told him, "Pocket knives. Ain't they nice? Ain't YOU nice?
He looked from me to the knives and then back to me. I think the boy was lost for words, me ordering one for him and all
He said, "How much were they?" I told the boy that they were 82 bucks each but he got a discount because he ordered so dang
many! That did not seem to put a twinkle in his eye. Odd thunk I. Him getting one too and all.
He stammered and just walked off, probably had a tear in his and all. He finally came back and grabbed a bunch to hand out.
He asked how many I had and when I told him he said he had to order three more because he had 25 men. Nice guy, always
thinking about others.
I think this is the one we got. He is lucky that I am not there now. They are 195 dollars each now
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did because I thought it was funny as heck and the guy deserved it, at least I felt he did.
We had this young forman. He was new and a pretty good guy. He was half Athabaska Indian and half black, the get of a sailor
and his lady somewhere in Alaska. We called him Two Dogs and if you know the joke it makes sense. He was a tall skinny
sucker and actually pretty smart, he had gone to Anapolos.
At Christmas it was our habit to get together and buy the boss a present, that is if he was a decient boss, which Two Dogs
was. The forman would usually buy something, with company funds, out of the Granger catilouge for each of us.Something small
like maybe a tape measure or a pair of pliers or something like that, It was not a rule just what was common. Some bosses
never recieved a dang thing.
Well I took up a collection from everybody, maybe two hundred and fifty bucks, I forget but there were about 25 of us. Anyway
I went to the store and bought the boy a couple big bottles of booze and a gift certifacate. I got a nice card and took it to
everyone and had them sign it.
We always had a party just before Christmas shutdown and that is when we gave the gifts. Two Dogs had never been there during
Christmas and he had no clue he was getting anything. Just never entered his head.
Not much work is done on party day. We usually would go in to work and do what we had to to keep the line running but after
lunch nothing much was done. Everyone either brought in something for a party or kicked in to a kitty for Pizza and anything
that was needed.
I finally took the gift up to Two Dogs and gave them to him. He was speechless, to say the least and opened the package. The
package with the booze. He almost crapped! He was a 24 year old newbie and there were his bosses around. I made sure they
were not looking when Two Dogs opened it but was interested in his reaction. He quickly covered them up, looked at the Super
and asked me how the hell he was gonna get them out of the plant. I laughed and told him that it was his problem, we had done
our part!
Well he was tickled with his gift certifacate and then I asked him, "Where's our gift?" OH poor Two Dog!! He just looked at
me and didn't know what to say. We laughed our butts off at his expence and forgot about it. Heck he didn't know.
Well we all worked through Christmas and I teased him about it. He said he never knew that gifts were exchanged and we all
knew that. I just laughed and told him not to worry about it.
A week or so after Christmas I was looking for something in a Granger Catilouge. They sell almost anything needed for a
Maitence department, including tools. I was looking through it and happened to see the Swiss Army Knives. What the heck,
thunk I
To buy what we need from the book we just find the part number, make out a rec and give it to the boss to sign. Then I we
just gave it to the clerk and he would order it. I looked and saw that a decient one was about 10 or 15 bucks but then I
looked at the well equipted ones. Dang! They had a bunch of them. I saw one that was 82 bucks! What the heck, we were a
good crew and deserved that! Hahahahahha
I made out the rec put in the code for the badazz knife, counted up how many guys we had, which came to 22 and filled in the
rec. I took it to Two Dogs to sign. He asked what the heck it was for and I told him that I was looking out for him and had
found some pocket knives for the guys. He just looked at me and signed.
A few weeks later the order came in, 22 knives at 82 bucks each! Mike, the crib man contacted me and told me the order had
come in and I told him to call Two Dogs and let him know. I had no idea how he would react but there was little he could do
because I told him they were pocket knives. I never told the boy that they were 82 bucks each!!
He came to the crib adn looked at the unopened box. I told him, "There they are! You have the honor of handing them out. I
even was nice enough to get one for you!?
He opened the box and just stared at them, 22 knives all packaged up nice like. He said, "Whats this?" with a funny look on
his face. I told him, "Pocket knives. Ain't they nice? Ain't YOU nice?
He looked from me to the knives and then back to me. I think the boy was lost for words, me ordering one for him and all
He said, "How much were they?" I told the boy that they were 82 bucks each but he got a discount because he ordered so dang
many! That did not seem to put a twinkle in his eye. Odd thunk I. Him getting one too and all.
He stammered and just walked off, probably had a tear in his and all. He finally came back and grabbed a bunch to hand out.
He asked how many I had and when I told him he said he had to order three more because he had 25 men. Nice guy, always
thinking about others.
I think this is the one we got. He is lucky that I am not there now. They are 195 dollars each now
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