Heavy Metal Doctor
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Just a tool / memory / nostalgia issue on my mind today:
So I had a visit today from a guy from one our manufacturers. During the chat the subject comes up about people retiring / leaving the plant and then he says "yeah, I gotta figure out what to do with Bob's old toolbox". Bob (name changed for obvious reasons) was my first supervisor. He was my only real mentor in turning wrench pulling into a paycheck. He was do-everything kinda guy and taught me to be the same. He also taught me to buy quality tools that won't let you down on the job.
I only worked with him for about 4 months directly in the shop everyday as he left after that. I was hired to be his replacement when he got offered a job to start up a service department for that manufacturer. After he left our dealer, I worked with Bob on issues over the phone often and occasionally I'd go to the factory or he'd come out we'd work together on special projects. This went on for about 10 years before he was killed in a car accident. After which time the factory made the "top tech of the year" service award and name it after him (I got my plaque hanging in the office). Now, Bob was a tool nut. He had everything and the biggest SO KRL box you could get back in 95 when I started.
Today I found out NO ONE ever claimed his tool box. The supervising engineer that he answered to kept it "safe" after Bob died and he is retiring now. It's STILL sitting in the R and D shop right now. He's been gone for more than a dozen years. Part of me wants to hook up a trailer and drive down there this week and haul it home just to keep any "vultures" from taking any of it now that the whole department is changing hands - I feel like none of the new people even deserve to use any of it / won't have the appreciation he had for good tools. I also feel like anyone who had a direct connection to Bob should have dibs on it over selling on CL or something. But then, part of me just wants to ask for a small item from the box as a memento because it's not like we where related or that great of friends, just work buddies.
So I had a visit today from a guy from one our manufacturers. During the chat the subject comes up about people retiring / leaving the plant and then he says "yeah, I gotta figure out what to do with Bob's old toolbox". Bob (name changed for obvious reasons) was my first supervisor. He was my only real mentor in turning wrench pulling into a paycheck. He was do-everything kinda guy and taught me to be the same. He also taught me to buy quality tools that won't let you down on the job.
I only worked with him for about 4 months directly in the shop everyday as he left after that. I was hired to be his replacement when he got offered a job to start up a service department for that manufacturer. After he left our dealer, I worked with Bob on issues over the phone often and occasionally I'd go to the factory or he'd come out we'd work together on special projects. This went on for about 10 years before he was killed in a car accident. After which time the factory made the "top tech of the year" service award and name it after him (I got my plaque hanging in the office). Now, Bob was a tool nut. He had everything and the biggest SO KRL box you could get back in 95 when I started.
Today I found out NO ONE ever claimed his tool box. The supervising engineer that he answered to kept it "safe" after Bob died and he is retiring now. It's STILL sitting in the R and D shop right now. He's been gone for more than a dozen years. Part of me wants to hook up a trailer and drive down there this week and haul it home just to keep any "vultures" from taking any of it now that the whole department is changing hands - I feel like none of the new people even deserve to use any of it / won't have the appreciation he had for good tools. I also feel like anyone who had a direct connection to Bob should have dibs on it over selling on CL or something. But then, part of me just wants to ask for a small item from the box as a memento because it's not like we where related or that great of friends, just work buddies.
The brother came in didn't want the tool box and only wanted to know if he could sell it to somebody else in the shop. Nobody took him up on the offer. That box sat there and collected dust for the year I was there. Eventually the tools were divided up among the employees and the box became the shop box to hold shop tools. 