So, I haven’t written a blog in literally years. When I say it out loud, I feel stupid. How hard is it to get some thoughts down on paper, upload it to the site, and then wonder if anyone really ever reads it? (Newsflash, not many people do.) It shouldn’t be that hard, but you have this crazy thing called life constantly getting in the way. You tell yourself “It’s only been 2 months; I can do it next month.” Then another day, another week, another month, and then another year passes by before you can snap your fingers. Before you know it, you’re where I am today, trying to figure out why it’s taken so long to put something out there for very few people to read.
Under water... In the weeds... Covered up... Swamped... However you want to say it, that's what our teams in both Tennessee and Texas have been for the past several months. We typically run a four day production week. We like to save Fridays for maintenance or the occasional overtime shift to catch up if we fall a little behind or if orders are unusually strong. Most of our team likes a little overtime here and there. Although a three-day weekend is nice, a little extra change in your pocket never hurts, right? For the past several months, we've been running every Friday and several Saturday shifts. We've also been running really well. Record production month after record production month. Our crew is getting it done. They know what it takes to keep our customers happy and they are doing an amazing job! They're also probably ready for some R&R.
My brother makes fun of me all the time for using sports analogies at work. I’ll often say something to the guys about how a getting steady stream of base hits is more important than the occasional homerun. Getting first downs on a consistent basis will win you more football games than the “one in a million” Hail Mary. If you hit your free throws, you usually don’t have to hit the “fall away” three pointer at the buzzer to win the basketball game. Hitting fairways and greens in golf will almost always result in a low round. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera… How does all of this relate to PFP and die cuts? The answer is simple...
See what I did there? Get it? Wrapping up…..as in Christmas presents…… (Don’t worry, no one around here thinks I’m all that funny, either).
As we close out another year, it is natural to look back and have a moment or two of self reflection. Have I kept my resolutions from last year? Did I learn anything new? How could I have done my job better? How could I have been a better husband, father, brother, son, employer, employee, or friend? I think that it’s normal to give yourself a grade in those and other areas.
PFP made good grades in 2014, and this entry serves to celebrate those good marks.
The PFP team is full of people who go above and beyond the call of duty at work on a regular basis. Working through breaks to get a job running. Putting in extra hours to get an order out. Working weekends to get a press repaired. Those are the kinds of things our team does all the time in order to keep our customers happy. However, today as we celebrate Veterans Day, we would like to honor the following members of the PFP team for their service to our country.
For those of you “not from around here,” the Wilson County Fair is the best fair in the world. I might be a little biased, but that statement’s not far from the truth. Half a million people come from all over to our little hometown, Lebanon, TN (pop. 28,608), to enjoy the festivities. It’s always hot. It’s always muggy. It’s always crowded. The traffic is always terrible. But despite all of that, we can’t stay away, and this year we invited the whole PFP team and their families to enjoy it too!
How many times have you been asked “Where do you work?” Once that question is asked, I normally spend the next five minutes talking about air filter frames and paperboard. If you are one of our customers reading this, you’re probably rolling your eyes, because you know I LOVE to talk about paperboard….
So how long is fifteen years? My answer to that simple question changes depending on the day. Some days I would swear that fifteen years feels like a lifetime. Of course there are other days when I realize that I have socks that are probably older than that….sorry for the visual.