I go find Mario.
"Why the hell isn't that machine working?" I ask him.
He checks with the foreman. Finally he walks back to me.
"We don't have the materials," he says.
"What do you mean, you don't have materials," I shout. "What do you call these stacks of steel everywhere?"
"But you told us to work according to what's on the list," says Mario.
"You mean you finished all the late parts?"
"No, they did the first two batches of parts," says Mario. "When they got to the third part on the list, they looked all around and couldn't find the materials for it in the queue. So we're shut down until they turn up."
I'm ready to strangle him.
"That's what you wanted us to do, right?" says Mario. "You wanted us to do only what was on the list and in the same order as listed, didn't you? Isn't that what you said?"
Finally I say, "Yes, that is what I said. But didn't it occur to you that if you couldn't do one item on the list you should go on to the next?"
Mario looks helpless.
"Well, where the hell are the materials you need?" I ask him.
"I have no idea," he says. "They could be any of half-a-dozen places. But I think Bob Donovan might have somebody looking for them already."
"Okay, look," I tell him. "You have the setup people get this machine ready for whatever is the next part on that list for which you do have the materials. And keep this hunk of junk running."
"Yes sir," says Mario.
Fuming mad, I start back to the office to have Donovan paged, so I can find out what went wrong. Halfway there, I pass some lathes and there he is, talking to Otto the foreman. I don't know how civil the tone is. Otto appears to be dismayed by Bob's presence. I stop and stand there waiting for Bob to finish and notice me. Which happens directly. Otto walks over and calls his machinists together. Bob comes over to me.
I say, "You know about what's going on-"
"Yes, I know," he says. "That's why I'm here."
"What's the problem?"
"Nothing, no problem," he says. "Just standard operating procedure."