As with every company I have ever worked for I had an opinion about how it should function. Unfortunately Delaval was no exception. My arrogance knew no bounds back then. It knows little less now. One would think I’d learn a bit more discretion over the years. I wish I had some back then.
It didn’t take me long to figure out what was wrong (Read: dumb) with Delaval and armed with that data I was ready to share my opinions with most anyone who would listen. I would begin by sharing with my peers and then my immediate supervisor and then later with management. I did get a hearing with the head guy in HR and at another time I had a meeting with the President of the company. His name was Lippincott or something like that. I’m sure these guys were well aware they had a brash, arrogant, upstart on their hands. I have no idea why they paid any attention to me. I can’t recall all the circumstances today, but to think they would listen to me for any reason befuddles me. It speaks more of their grace than my importance.
I remember telling Lippincott about the book “In Search for Excellence”, which I had read. He said he had read it several times I think. I thought that was dumb because you only had to read it once to get it. Since then I have read the bible several times and I still don’t get it. My, my…God is incredibly kind to me.
They began having team and shift meetings to get at some of the morale issues they were dealing with. I spoke up at one such meeting. One fellow said I was “the Winston Churchill of Delaval.” He was impressed. (Read: humorous) I suppose it’s not that difficult to impress some. He was probably impressed with my boldness more than anything else. Most certainly I was impressed with myself.
We also developed Quality Circle meetings where we got together to figure out how to improve our quality. These were fun times, frustrating times and I was a fish out of water. I couldn’t put it together at the time, but God had a particular calling on my life. I can see that now. I couldn’t see it then. I was striving. I had strong feelings and an even stronger desire to do more in life than run a machine. If I couldn’t be one of the shakers and movers then I was going to offer my insight to anyone who would listen. They did listen. They were gracious. They didn’t fire me. Cal Pearson told me a few days after I announced my resignation that I was one of the few people at the plant that was really needed. This was a high compliment from Cal. He was kind. It did cause a bit of pause, but oh so briefly as to whether I should stay. I was convinced God had called me elsewhere and I had no choice but to leave.