Plasmech
Mechanical
- Aug 30, 2007
- 101
Anybody deal with this one...
You're the head guy on a project. Maybe the only guy. You're busting your butt getting drawings done, stuff spec'd out, parts ordered, in on time, fabricated, basically everything that the machine is well...it "is" becauuse you exist and for no other reason. You get the thing up and running. Beta site customer shows up to take a look at it, he loves it. Oh wait...what's this, is it a bird...a plane, a ufo? No, it's the proverbial guy who shows up after all the real work is done to steal the show. He's not necessarily a sales/marketing guy. he might just be someone that's been there a long time. Firneds with the owner. Whatever. He might not even be an engineer. But now it's beta site time, the fun stuff (more fun that drawings all day long anyway). Now show stealer is well, seemingly running the show. He's sending out status emails, reporting to the owner. You get mad, really mad. So mad you don't want to be there anymore. But...what do you do?
Anyone experience this type of thing?
(In the interest of not being sexist, one may replace the word "guy" with "gal" in this post if he/she choses)
-Plasmech
Mechanical Engineer, Plastics Industry
You're the head guy on a project. Maybe the only guy. You're busting your butt getting drawings done, stuff spec'd out, parts ordered, in on time, fabricated, basically everything that the machine is well...it "is" becauuse you exist and for no other reason. You get the thing up and running. Beta site customer shows up to take a look at it, he loves it. Oh wait...what's this, is it a bird...a plane, a ufo? No, it's the proverbial guy who shows up after all the real work is done to steal the show. He's not necessarily a sales/marketing guy. he might just be someone that's been there a long time. Firneds with the owner. Whatever. He might not even be an engineer. But now it's beta site time, the fun stuff (more fun that drawings all day long anyway). Now show stealer is well, seemingly running the show. He's sending out status emails, reporting to the owner. You get mad, really mad. So mad you don't want to be there anymore. But...what do you do?
Anyone experience this type of thing?
(In the interest of not being sexist, one may replace the word "guy" with "gal" in this post if he/she choses)
-Plasmech
Mechanical Engineer, Plastics Industry
