read something in a book during a class
called Food Plant Sanitation.
It was my first night on third shift.
After counting down hours 1 and 2 of
my short stint by checking on product
quality, I finally approached Mr. Jay and
asked him what he needed me to do.
His response, if I remember correctly,
was: stay out of the way, don’t get hurt
and try to learn something. I looked
at him befuddled,
so he said, “Do you
see this pipe? It’s the
CIP [clean in place]
line for this product
At last, a task! Call
me an overachiever,
but I was fixated on
that pipe like my
brother’s pit bull on a bone. The CIP
circuit was huge. That pipe ran from
one end of the plant to the other. It
went through walls, around corners and
up through the ceiling. It never dawned
on me that Mr. Jay was buying himself
a few hours of quiet by sending me on
what he thought was a wild goose chase.
I was very determined: If Mr. Jay said to
trace that pipe, I was going to trace that
pipe to the ends of the earth.