It is not any part of my problem, but if there is one thing wrong in the factory it eventually closes down the whole thing. In this case it has to do with the people who were supposed to fix one of the systems. They were trying to speed up the process to maximize the output of the place to match the speed of the machines that they call case packers. The idea is simple. The machines could pack about 5 % more cases than we were putting through, but getting the rest of the operation up another five percent is complicated. All of this is like a very highly coordinated ballet. One guy does one thing and then the next guy does his one thing, same with the machines, one process leads directly to the next. At any rate they started messing with it all and instead making it go a little faster, they made it go a little too fast and it became a full fledged disaster.
It seems like they would have been able to press the re set button and start all over again the way that it used to be, but all of this did a bit of damage and so the technicians and the maintenance guys are the only ones working at the moment. It was okay with me to tell the truth. I called up my Dad and met him up at Lake Stanley. He and one of his buddies have this secret place up there and they did not really want to invite me to tell you the truth. At any rate we caught a lot of this hybrid bass up there, I lost count on how many it was to tell the truth. None of them were very big, but they all fought hard.