Foolmewunz
10th May 2008, 04:46 AM
This is probably a category that could get a thousand nominations, but I'd like to submit my personal favorite. (I was teaching a class today and something reminded me of the event and conversation.)
Background - I was doing a quality audit (just for documentation and practices on our seafreight product) in Houston, and one of the staff comes in and interrupts his boss and I. There's a problem... they have some pails of a powdered metal that we've shipped dozens of times before, but this time the pails arrived with Hazardous (Hazmat) IMCO Class 9 labels. Class 9 is something they came up with in the late 80s or 90s, and is basically, "Icky Stuff, Not Elsewhere Specified". And there was nothing in the MSDS(material safety data sheet - required for moving any chemical substance or compound in the USA originally, and now globally) that said what exactly the nature of the hazardous risk was.
Houston is absolutely religious about labels on hazmat - what with all the petroleum coming in and out of the area.
Sez the boss.. "Call the shipper and ask them if the product's maybe changed."
"Oh, I've already done that. Their new QM says it's always been hazardous but no one caught it before him."
So we're figuring we've got to backtrack and file reports ratting ourselves out for shipping unlabeled hazmat, but the local boss decides to call a friend of his at a competing drilling mud supplier. "Never heard of it being hazardous", he advised - and their product is identical to ours, in fact we stole their formula for the mixture about twenty years ago. Lemme check with Ed - he still works there."
The short of it (this portion, at any rate) is that Ed tells him they've got this new whiz kid in from Penn State, and he reviewed everything and made them change a couple of products. This was one of them, but no one understands where he got the idea from that it was suddenly hazardous after shipping thousands of tons of the stuff for forty years.
They decide to get a conference call, together. Participating was Eric the-whiz-kid, and a bunch of engineers. I happen to generally love working with engineers in my job, because they're generally so damned practical. One of the engineers was calling in from the field, in Singapore - he was their resident expert, and a grizzled old Scot from his accent.Everyone's just chatting away having a good ol' time of it when Eric arrives on the line.
Our Branch Manager: We've got our quality and compliance guy in from New York, so I'd like to let him field this if you guys don't mind.
Them: Sure... why not... blah blah....
Me: Hi, Eric. We're trying to get a handle on the nature of the problem, here. This stuff's never had a label before, and I can't find anything in any of our UN volumes on the stuff, nor see anything on the MSDS, where it ----
Eric: (Cutting me off with a noisy sigh).... it's on page 17 of the MSDS!
(by about page four of an MSDS your into clean-up info and stuff like that... I never bothered to go to page 17)
Me: (rifling through the document)... Umm what's the specific notation, Eric.
Eric: Right there, number ______. It says, "Flammable if molten".
Me: Umm, well, you're right. But there's no indication of a temperature range, so I presume it's above any of the flammable liquids or solids ranges.
Eric: (distinctly pleased with himself)I looked it up. It's molten at 100C.
Me, our three staff and 7 engineers: Gasp!!!!
Engineer in Singapore: Jeebus Kryst, f*****g Yanks! Laddie, do you know that at 100C the seas are boiling? I think we've got bigger problems than whether this stuff catches fire... Beelzebub is coming up to claim our souls!
Eric tried to sputter out something but with ten people howling laughter from six different points of the compass he didn't get very far... within a minute his line just beeped off and we continued discussing life in Singapore vs. life in Houston. It ended with the Scot saying, "just rip the labels off the things and ship 'em"!
Background - I was doing a quality audit (just for documentation and practices on our seafreight product) in Houston, and one of the staff comes in and interrupts his boss and I. There's a problem... they have some pails of a powdered metal that we've shipped dozens of times before, but this time the pails arrived with Hazardous (Hazmat) IMCO Class 9 labels. Class 9 is something they came up with in the late 80s or 90s, and is basically, "Icky Stuff, Not Elsewhere Specified". And there was nothing in the MSDS(material safety data sheet - required for moving any chemical substance or compound in the USA originally, and now globally) that said what exactly the nature of the hazardous risk was.
Houston is absolutely religious about labels on hazmat - what with all the petroleum coming in and out of the area.
Sez the boss.. "Call the shipper and ask them if the product's maybe changed."
"Oh, I've already done that. Their new QM says it's always been hazardous but no one caught it before him."
So we're figuring we've got to backtrack and file reports ratting ourselves out for shipping unlabeled hazmat, but the local boss decides to call a friend of his at a competing drilling mud supplier. "Never heard of it being hazardous", he advised - and their product is identical to ours, in fact we stole their formula for the mixture about twenty years ago. Lemme check with Ed - he still works there."
The short of it (this portion, at any rate) is that Ed tells him they've got this new whiz kid in from Penn State, and he reviewed everything and made them change a couple of products. This was one of them, but no one understands where he got the idea from that it was suddenly hazardous after shipping thousands of tons of the stuff for forty years.
They decide to get a conference call, together. Participating was Eric the-whiz-kid, and a bunch of engineers. I happen to generally love working with engineers in my job, because they're generally so damned practical. One of the engineers was calling in from the field, in Singapore - he was their resident expert, and a grizzled old Scot from his accent.Everyone's just chatting away having a good ol' time of it when Eric arrives on the line.
Our Branch Manager: We've got our quality and compliance guy in from New York, so I'd like to let him field this if you guys don't mind.
Them: Sure... why not... blah blah....
Me: Hi, Eric. We're trying to get a handle on the nature of the problem, here. This stuff's never had a label before, and I can't find anything in any of our UN volumes on the stuff, nor see anything on the MSDS, where it ----
Eric: (Cutting me off with a noisy sigh).... it's on page 17 of the MSDS!
(by about page four of an MSDS your into clean-up info and stuff like that... I never bothered to go to page 17)
Me: (rifling through the document)... Umm what's the specific notation, Eric.
Eric: Right there, number ______. It says, "Flammable if molten".
Me: Umm, well, you're right. But there's no indication of a temperature range, so I presume it's above any of the flammable liquids or solids ranges.
Eric: (distinctly pleased with himself)I looked it up. It's molten at 100C.
Me, our three staff and 7 engineers: Gasp!!!!
Engineer in Singapore: Jeebus Kryst, f*****g Yanks! Laddie, do you know that at 100C the seas are boiling? I think we've got bigger problems than whether this stuff catches fire... Beelzebub is coming up to claim our souls!
Eric tried to sputter out something but with ten people howling laughter from six different points of the compass he didn't get very far... within a minute his line just beeped off and we continued discussing life in Singapore vs. life in Houston. It ended with the Scot saying, "just rip the labels off the things and ship 'em"!