Thrown together after a devastating fire in our main manufacturing plant, three companies were now under one roof in an old Grand Union refrigerated warehouse. Previously I had been managing the granite countertop plant twenty miles away.
Standing on a second-floor overlook surveying our new manufacturing plant, I asked our president if I should order ceiling fans to help recover heat loss due to the thirty foot height. The man looked at me and said the brand of heat he ordered does not go up. He must have caught me picking up my jaw from the floor, so he proceeded to explain the terrific values of our new infrared radiant heating system.
With the infrared heat, he explained, will just heat the people, the equipment and floors. It will be warmer down below, cooler at the ceiling. I tried interjecting common physics to a few of his remarks, but fell on deaf ears.
So many thoughts running through my mind as he spoke, first and foremost, don’t laugh at him. Second, I want the salesman, who sold the miraculous heating system to him, working for me. Third, should I run away from here as fast as I can?
I stayed, and watched the proud company started by his father, my mentor, be run into the ground. Everyone came to work one day, no notice, to padlocked doors. He simply called the bank, after he took out as much cash out of the company he could, and told them it was theirs. I should have ran when I found out he was a science denier.