Sunday, December 19, 2010
Again with the negativity.
After the dado blade, I had one more setup on the router, with the new bit. I had to run the wood on it's edge, which makes for all sorts of possible mayhem if you don't plan carefully. I re-set the power feed to accommodate the wood running on it's edge, added two feather boards, and one straight board on top to keep the wood from rising up as it passed across the router bit. A test board came out nicely, and I ran the real wood. This setup also took multiple passes as I had to run the bit pretty far into the wood.
All in all, it took about 5 hours to make this stuff. But I was proud of it. It was a very close match, and since the final product wasn't going directly up against existing molding, close was acceptable. Very close was extra nice.
I sanded the bullnose and was about to start sanding the lower part when my boss came back to the shop. He looked at the two parts of my molding and started to criticize it. I saw him look at the bullnose with some suspicion, but he didn't comment. Then he saw the saw marks on the lower part and asked why the marks were there. Dado blade, I said. Well, he said with a big sigh, that's a lot of sanding. And this part here, the bead detail, this doesn't seem to be right. It looks like it wasn't set up right. That's not good. Another sigh.
I said that the dado blade was the cleanest option for that section of the molding. I wanted to add, Well Mike, you aren't going to be doing the sanding, so don't fret. I looked at the bead detail and there was a section that needed a bit of sanding to improve it, but it was in no way defective.
Really I wanted to slap him. I know this is part of his personality - he is Chicken Little personified: the sky is falling - and he rarely sees the positive in life. I've gotten used to that for the most part. But, really. I had just spent 5 hours working on a task that we aren't necessarily set up to do most of the time. Sure, we can replicate old molding, but that doesn't mean that we can do it quickly or as perfectly as a shop that specializes in that sort of thing. But nothing is ever fucking good enough for Mike, it seems.
For some reason, this time his complaints really hit me harder than normal. It really pointed out how negative he is. And how exhausting that is for me. I'm not always Little Miss Cheery, but I sure as hell can see the positive in most situations. Not Mike. And working with someone like that wears on you.
Mike walked back off to his office and I proceeded to sand the bottom part of the molding. It took a little bit of work, but I have tricks up my sleeve, and got 20 feet sanded in about 45 minutes.
Then, as I was leaving for the day, Mike asked me if the crown was done. It's been sanded to 120, I told him, now it just needs to be glued up and final sanded. A small frown crossed his face. Did all the saw marks come out, he asked? If one of our designers wasn't sitting there at that moment, I probably would have said something snarky to Mike. Did he really think that I'm so fucking incompetent that I would have left saw marks? I've been doing this work for 9 years now, I think I can sand properly. But out of respect for the designer and for Mike, I merely said "of course".
This whole thing just lit a hotter fire under my ass to find my next career.
Posted by Lulu at 2:57 PM