We know Farmer H has a
problem expressing himself. Even way before that time I told him I was going to
have a story published in an anthology, and he said, in his typical way of
endorsing/giving permission for everything under the sun, even those things
that don’t concern him, “Go ahead, let them
publicize it.”
This morning, to make
sure I could not enjoy my chair nap, Farmer H stood behind me and said, “Well,
I’m off to work. I don’t even want to go. Yesterday I sat through a three hour
meeting of this Lean Manufacturing they’re trying to shove down my throat.”
“What’s that?”
“Good question.”
“No. What is it?”
“You tell me.”
“I want to know what you’re complaining about.”
“I couldn’t tell you.”
“You started to tell me.”
“That’s all I know.
It’s a bunch of bull they’re trying to shove down my throat at work.”
“Well…if you’re not going to tell me what it is, I guess I can’t help
you.”
“Whatever.”
Huh. I suppose Lean
Manufacturing is better for you than fatty, high-cholesterol manufacturing.
Still, I had no idea what Farmer H was talking about. Which is a pretty common
occurrence.
So when I got to
school this morning, I looked up Lean Manufacturing. Of course I went right to
Wikipedia. Because, you know, I figured that would be the simplest, most basic
explanation I could find.
Apparently, I figured
wrong. I read through all that, and, like Farmer H sitting through a three-hour
meeting, I couldn’t tell you any more about Lean Manufacturing than I knew
before I started. Sure, Toyota runs on that model. Farmer H’s factory is no
Toyota.
To me, the jaded
year-away-from-retirement teacher, this looks like the real-world version of
Common Core.
2 comments:
You'll miss all that data and all the other cra* that goes along with it.
Sioux,
I don't think so. I'm more likely to miss onion-skin paper, pencil-shaped typewriter erasers with the little bristly brush on top, thermofaxes, and those purple-print mimeograph machines.
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