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Not Such a Smooth Operator
Something happened at work that reminded me of a funny event from way back during my time at Westinghouse
Oceanic Division (now part of Northrop Grumman), in Annapolis, MD. There is a moral to this story.
During my electronics technician days there, I spent the first couple years building PCBs, wiring
harnesses, and system-level assemblies for Navy sonar systems. We had some really slick stuff like towed
vehicles with transducer arrays along the sides, nose cones for smart torpedoes, flow sensors, proximity
fuse elements, etc. The exposure to all that, and the super-smart people that designed it, fuelled my
desire to go to the trouble of earning an engineering degree.
One of my tasks
for a while was to build the transducer arrays, which entailed building the hundreds of tiny transducer
elements. The assemblies were made of a machined aluminum base plate (about 1-inch square), onto which
a precisely cut low density foam block was attached. On the top of that was a set of two machined aluminum
plates that sat on either side of a piezoelectric ceramic transducer element, which was in the center
of the foam block. We soldered silver foil tabs onto the element for later attachment to tiny wire leads
that served as pigtails for connecting to an overall array bus. The final assembly was an acoustic antenna.
One mounted on each side of the towed vehicle (the AN/AQS-14, for those familiar with it).
A CH-53 helicopter was used to deploy the vehicle, or it could be dragged off the transom of a ship.
Shortly after we began delivering the systems, an F-16 went down off the coast of San Diego, and one
of our first AQS-14s was sent to image the ocean bottom during the search. It managed to locate the
wreckage. The images that we saw were incredible! You would have sworn that they were optical photographs
instead of acoustically generated images. We could see bolts in the landing gear and panel lines around
the canopy. It was amazing technology for the early 1980s, and I can only imagine the superiority of
Back to my story, though. During the construction of the transducer modules, we attached the aluminum
bases to a precision fixture that sat on a granite surface table. It was very smooth and very flat.
That table was measured and guaranteed by our in-house calibration lab (in those days, most defense
contractors had complete in-house capability for repair and calibration of TE) to be flat across its
entire surface with deviations no great than something like ±0.0005 inches (half a mil). The
granite block, measuring about 4 feet by 6 feet and a foot thick, sat in the middle of the clean room.
Although not required to wear the types of 'bunny suits" that you see in photos of semiconductor fab
facilities, we were prohibited from having food or drinks in there. No smoking was allowed, either (in
the early 1980s, people were still smoking at their workplaces – yuk!).
Well, the guy from the Cal Lab that guaranteed the perfection of our surface table was, to be kind,
slightly pompous. He knew he held the power to shut our operation down and get people in trouble if
we were not functioning within the prescribed guidelines, and enjoyed watching the managers spring into
action whenever he "discovered" a violation. I still remember the glee in his voice when he announced,
in an imperious manner of course, that our mammoth piece of granite had suddenly gone way outside of
the required flatness specification. We had not noticed water running uphill or any new dimension of
space appearing in the confines of our room, so presumably basic physics of the universe had not changed,
so our collective suspicions were aroused. While we pondered the situation, Measurement Man bolted through
the door to go find a manager. This was a big deal because it meant possibly have to re-measure all
the modules built since the last surface table inspection, and scrapping any that were out of spec.
Technician 3rd Class Cassie Gibson and Aviation Structural Mechanic 1st Class Jeffery Osborne secure
an AN/AQS-14 mine detection submersible unit. (U.S. Navy file photo)
There is a good chance that
I built the sonar transducer assembly on the top.
A few minutes later, a team of managers returned with our hero to witness the problem. He re-enacted
the measurements in their presence and concluded the same thing – our table was out of specification.
Oh, the on-site Navy QA inspector was there as well. The place fell silent, and then some fur started
flying. Finally, managers left the area to decide whom to best blame for the situation.
Not believing that this could be so, one of the lead technicians investigated. Incredibly, he discovered
that the culprit was not a faulty surface table, but cookie crumbs on the bottom of the laser measuring
instrument! I kid you not. As it turns out, the Cal Lab guy had been eating a pack of cookies just before
coming into the clean room to do the measurements, and had not washed his hands before commencing with
the procedure. We routinely washed the surface of the table down with alcohol and a lintless cloth,
so we were sure it was clean prior to his arrival. When confronted with the situation, he humbly admitted
to his sin, and even produced a partially filled cookie pack from his pocket. From thence forward, he
was known affectionately as the Cookie Monster. Our surface table was re-measured and passed the test.
We were back in business, and the Cookie Monster became a much more humble being, at least in our presence.
This scenario probably would never prompt Aesop to write a fable with an accompanying moral to the
story, but if he did, the moral might be to never be so full of yourself that your co-workers long for
the day that you slip and take a fall. St. Louis Cardinals’ Dizzy Dean famously said,
"It ain't bragging if you can back
it up" in reference to his plan to pitch well enough to win the World Championship in 1934. Dizzy
fulfilled his promise. Be certain that you can fulfill yours.