Stories

Motion Man

After the demise of my short university career and the student job it gave me, I needed a new job. I don't remember the circumstances, but I ran into an old Woodlawn High School friend and fellow Warbler, Harold, who told me his company was looking for someone to work in their warehouse in shipping and receiving.

Tommy Ingram, the office manager for the hydraulic section of Motion Industries, interviewed me. He hired me on the spot and asked me to come to work the next day. The next morning, he issued blue work clothes with my name over the pocket and steel-towed boots. I filled out paperwork and then met my new workmates.

Ron Stith, the inside sales guy, was hilarious, fun, and a bit crazy; I liked him instantly.

Beverly Brock Brice Cooper Harper was the office administrator, was very attractive, drove a 914 Porsche, but had a resting bitch face and bad attitude. We became good friends.

Kathy Bell, the secretary-goddess, was the hottest girl in the place and was sexually harassed by the guys in the Hose Shop. Had this shit gone on today, Kathy would own the company. She liked me because I stood up for her and stopped their bad behavior.

Hugh, the warehouse manager, and Charlie, the head of shipping and receiving, kept things moving in and out of the mechanical warehouse and taught me more than anyone else.

I worked in the hydraulic and pneumatic part of the warehouse. My direct supervisor was a young guy whose name I don't remember. This kid was lazy, slick, and worthless, rarely on time, and often didn't show for work. You could tell by the pile of receiving shipments sitting on the floor unopened. He taught me if we worked too hard or fast, we would work ourselves out of a job. Yeah, he was a Communist.

I tried to figure it out but didn't understand the whole process, so I sought out Hugh and Charlie. They explained the process and answered my thousands of questions. Before long, Tommy fired the kid. I was in charge of the warehouse.

Tommy asked me to work overtime, but the problem was more than one guy could handle. I got him to hire Bill Prickett, a friend from high school, my college roommate, and an all-around good guy. We tackled the problem together. We became heroes to the company and our customers as we began shipping much-needed parts and components.

Next, I began rearranging the warehouse to make it more efficient. I inventoried what was on hand, helped Ron at the city sales desk, and had Tommy buy me a proper toolset and work bench. I began converting hydraulic pumps, valves, and motors. The hose guys taught me how to make hydraulic hoses, and the mechanical guys taught me about power transmission products.

I worked there for four years while my personal life and the company changed. I met and married Becki. I began going to a church that emphasized Military Service as a responsibility. Genuine Parts bought Motion Industries. Tommy, Kathy, Ron, and Beverly all left.

I went into the Army in 1976.

When I left the Army in 1980, I returned to Motion Industries. They hired me in their Management Training Program. I attended schools, shadowed the sales guys, answered phones, worked the warehouse to refresh my memory on inventory, stock numbers, and procedures, and helped at the City Sales Desk. Everything was going well until the company hired a kid, fresh out of college, for a job for which I had trained and deserved. I should have seen that coming.

My personal life changed again:  I got divorced and met a Kady. The only people I liked at Motion were Stan Mayo, a Vietnam Vet, Woodlawn grad, and great guy, Janet and her husband Alan, and Ken. I missed the Army and knew I should have never left.

I reenlisted in the Army in March 1981, married Kady that December, and said goodbye to Motion Industries forever. No Hard Feelings.