George Foreman, the incredibly humble heavy weight boxer. This particular George reminds of the first site foreman I had as an apprentice electrician. He made sure I always had a day of work as a brand-new father. I learned more from him than any man other than my father.
My dad worked for Uncle Bill, well two of them actually, only one his actual uncle. One ran a moving business, taught my dad more about people than moving. Other Uncle Bill was a basketball coach. Taught him a lot more about leadership than basketball. My first job was coaching Track and Field, under the same coach my dad had. I learned how to build a team, about morale, and leading from the bottom.
My first job was construction. The foreman called me gopher. Told me to get fasteners one day, I told him I didn’t have a license. He said you don’t need a license to drive, you need gas. I was weeks before I found out he called me “go for” not gopher.
The real fun is a bucket of steam, To which I have always proposed someone return with water and claim they got the steam from Ikea so it needs to be assembled.
I used to be in the field with a clipboard... now I teach apprenticeship classes in the high school and college. Can confirm this is how you get a job.
I learned lots from good managers, but little technical to do with the job. Most important of all. When to say some version of "I don't know, but I shall spend time getting you a useable answer as soon as I can" People seem to really respect that. I despise people who waffle BS instead. How to present info at different levels. People want different amounts of info, not the same tired script, If in doubt, ask them what level they need. When not to make a decision. Sometimes it's enough that people know you are aware of a situation. Giving good feedback. Any prick can find fault, sometimes giving credit is harder, but far more useful and can also be a teaching moment for others.
Blue collar folks really are the best. We're loud abrasive, crude, and rude, but we generally love everyone we work with. Being able to confide in someone and be understood but also being able to ask for help is a fkng blessing. Source: 4+ yrs retail, 3 yrs fab, 2yrs appliance repair, 5yrs hvac (ongoing)
I've got to say Mr Agro, I listened to your 3 year old stuff, your 2 year old stuff, and your new stuff. Your narrations were always excellent, and you just keep getting better every time and through the year. I particularly like watching you do the narrations. The expressions and gestures add to the experience. I also like that you kept the word scroll, so that you can catch up or go back and check something that you didn't quite hear without losing your place or missing your narration. I thank you, sir, for your excellent effort.
He just showed up and started running things. That's hilarious. Reminds me of that Star Trek meme. "That's why we let the humans run things and do whatever they want."
Thanks for another entertaining story. I read it with the sound off, as my brain sometimes wants quiet time. So, thanks also for providing a choice of listening to or reading the stories.😊
Why do I have a feeling that Roy‘s father talked to the foreman beforehand to get him a job like “Hey there George, so I want my kid to start doing construction, but he has zero experience in it. Would you mind putting him under your wing for a bit?” That’s why he got that job so easily, I bet that father had the same experience with his father I bet.
If you show up green as grass and clean pee this will happen on most job sites. I might not be able to hire you directly, but I will tell you to head to another trailer and tell them Dave sent you and that you won't take no for an answer.
This is one of my favorites, and I'm glad that you have redone it. Though it seems there are a couple of glitches there at the end that you might want to look over. Glad to see that you're doing better and that you're settling back in after your ill health. I have to say that you are the standard by which all of the other narrators should attempt to replicate. Keep up the great work 🍻
I liked this one more than most, don't know why, nothing 'extra' about the human and a very relatable situation made it very palatable to me. Than-Q Mr Squirrel
Notably, being able to inscribe the treats cleanly and accurately is good training for stonework that has no ctrl-z, Roy might be the species to do it, but can't hurt to prove the fundamentals of detail work
Here is a like and comment for the story, for the laughs, for entertaining me, to help your channel grow, to appease the great and powerful UA-cam algorithm demon, and get you the recognition you deserve.
Hey friends, these HFY stories have been inspiring me to work on some of my own stories, so I thought I would try something in this genre. I hope you enjoy! A Threat Display "Thanks for the ride!" Frelk called out, jumping off the back of the hoverbike. "Anytime!" the human replied, flashing a smile as she revved the engine. "Give me a call when you're ready and I'll come pick you up!" The hoverbike spun up with a throaty growl and the human sped off into the city as Frelk approached his fellows. "Accountant Frelk!" one called out, "I've not seen you since Graduation!" "Yes, Engineer Thirm, it has been quite some time, indeed. And it is Quartermaster, now. I was promoted nearly three standard cycles past." "Then congratulations are in order!" The two greeted each other with a cordial bow, as was tradition, before making their way into the reception hall for the Ailurus Spacefarer's Academy's 226th reunion. "I suppose there must be some perks to working with such threatening creatures." "Whatever do you mean?" "The Xeno which brought you here. A Deathworld species if I am not mistaken. A Security Officer, I would wager, judging from that large knife strapped to its leg?" "Becca? No, she is our ship's Engineer." "Truly? I must wonder, if you will permit, how do fair working with such a being? Why, I nearly fled inside just from that threat display alone, nor do I understand why it was given. I don't think I could handle working under such conditions." "Threat display? Oh! You mean from when I disembarked her hovercycle. No, that was just a smile. Did you take Xeno-Studies 321 during our time at the Academy?" Engineer Thrim chirped in the negative. "Despite humans evolving as predators, they typically display their teeth as a sign of friendship, goodwill, or happiness. As Professor Hrolp once explained, you need to watch their eyes. If you have the time, I can regale you with an anecdote to demonstrate." "I would greatly appreciate it. Come, let us find some refreshments and a place to sit." The pair acquired some drinks, a fresh, thick brew featuring leaves and roots of plants native to Ailurus and sat at an open table. "This happened half a standard cycle after I graduated and began serving on the CMV Red River... ------------- Accountant Frelk looked apologetically at the bartender as he borrowed their personal communicator. He nursed his swollen face with a bag of ice as he waited for someone on the ship answered his call. It took longer than expected. "Ye'llo? This is the Red River." "You are not Communication Specialist Electraria. With whom am I speaking?" "Name's Rebecca, though most just call me Becca or Becks." Frelk bristled at the utter lack of formality, "And where is the Communication Specialist?" "Dunno. Prolly out on shore leave? I was passing through and saw the incoming transmission light flashing. Dunno if we got voice mail on this bird, so I figured I'd answer." Frelk sighed. He'd hoped Communication Specialist Electaria would be able to notify another member of the crew who was on shore leave to pick him up when they had finished their business. At least this... Rebecca... was better than no one. Maybe they'd be able to help, somehow. "I am in need of transportation back to the CMV Red River. When Communication Specialist Electaria returns, would you please ask them to arrange for such. I am at a local tavern; sending the coordinates." "You don't sound drunk. Lose all your money at cards and can't afford a taxi?" "If you must know, I was enjoying the local culture and was offered a guided tour. I was brought off the main road and..." he shot an angry glance at the three mercenaries enjoying themselves on his credits, "Relieved of my funds." "Someone fucking mugged you? I got the coords. Be there in 15." "Apologies, but fifteen what?" Frelk asked, but the call had already been terminated. "Hello?" He called in vain before closing the channel and returning the communicator to the bartender. "Thank you. I hope they'll be along shortly. After 10 Earth minutes, Frelk heard an obnoxiously loud vehicle stop outside the tavern. A human woman clad in black work boots and leather pants with a brown jacket over a plain white shirt. As she raised her tinted goggles she scanned the room before her eyes settled on Frelk. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked as she approached, baring her teeth at him. Frelk began to panic a little as the obvious predator approached him, but he thought back to his Xeno-Studies courses. He was fairly certain this was a Human, what had his Professors told him about communicating with them? Humans engage in myriad non-verbal and semi-autonomous forms of communication to supplement their speech. When in doubt, watch their eyes, as their emotions are often writ large therein. This human's eyes were filled with concern. Most likely, she meant him no harm. "I am well enough. Merely waiting on an associate to transport me back to my ship." "Ah, I'm Becca. You sure you're good? No concussions or anything" Frelk glanced back at the three mercenaries: reptilian, crustacean, and molluscoid in appearance as they laughed and drank. "My pride is more wounded than my body. I forfeited my belongings quickly, and they were prompt to make use of them." When he turned back to Rebecca, she had tracked his gaze and hers was now fixed upon his assaulters. Her smile spread, showing even more teeth. Frelk looked again to her eyes and recoiled in fear. Where once shown warm concern now bore only ice-cold rage. "Wait here," she said. Smiling, she walked up to the table the three were seated at, standing between the crustacean on her left and the molluscoid on her right, with the reptilian across the table from here. "Hey. Did you three mug my friend over there?" The molluscoid looked up to her. "I don't know what you are talking about. We gave him a nice tour and he paid us a fair amount. He took a bit of a nasty fall, but that's life." If the human's smile got any wider, it would surely damage her jaw, and her eyes went from ice-cold to blazing. "Yeah? Well, Karma's a bitch." She grabbed the molluscoid by one of its head tentacles and slammed it face first into the table, shattering the glass it had been drinking from. The crustacean got up and lunged at her face with a pincer. She stepped back and grabbed its arm. With a twist and a sickening *pop* the crustacean's arm separated at the elbow. As the mercenary reeled back, she flipped the pincer around and drove it into one of the crustacean's eye stalks. As she did, the reptilian jumped over the table and attempted to rake its claws across her back and legs but wasn't able to puncture through the leather. She reached up behind her head, grabbed the reptilian, and threw it down in front of her. While it was winded, she took the chance to kick it in the head with her steel-toed boot and it went still. By this time, the molluscoid had stood up and drawn a knife. With a yell, it charged at her. She spun and tried to block the attack, but the knife stabbed through her hand. Rather than pull away, She grabbed the molluscoid's appendage with her injured hand and its throat with her good one. "You are going to pay my friend back for your little tour. Do you understand? Nod your head for yes." Struggling to breathe and beginning to change color, the molluscoid hurriedly bobbed its head and Rebecca let go. The molluscoid hastily pulled out a credstick and personal comm and passed it to Frelk as it hurried out the door. Just before it left, Rebecca called out, "Oh, and I am keeping the knife!"
hmm someone have an IRL version of this, i got the feeling that a dude walking in and just taking over an empty position and make it work is too real to just be fiction
Listen boy, you need to learn how to learn about applying your skills in various and inventive ways that you didn't believes where possible. Let start by decorating those birthday/hatchday cakes of today. Welcome to the pack.
I like that you ask for ups and subscription if you earn it. So many just ask right at the beginning before they have said much of anything. So, that is an automatic down vote. I like what you do with the stories.
Speaking of Human Narration... An unsolicited plug for the channel @DiamondWillow. She is also narrating HFY stories, and unlike the recent flood of AI crap, is doing it properly. An actual human voice and including links to the original author's main account pages and direct links to the works being read. IMHO, worth a look and maybe a sub. FOR THE ALGORITHM!
Trying to pay attention to your accent which trust me I'm very good at accompanied with background music is so distracting. Fire whoever told you to do that
I skipped to the video to check before I wrote my answer. I thought he turned down the volume of the the music later, turns out my awesome human brain just clipped the music from the video by itself.
What a great story. I actually hope humanity gets this way one day with other species as our friends and co workers.
Just wait till George the foreman teaches Roy about the grill...
George Foreman, the incredibly humble heavy weight boxer. This particular George reminds of the first site foreman I had as an apprentice electrician. He made sure I always had a day of work as a brand-new father. I learned more from him than any man other than my father.
My dad worked for Uncle Bill, well two of them actually, only one his actual uncle.
One ran a moving business, taught my dad more about people than moving.
Other Uncle Bill was a basketball coach. Taught him a lot more about leadership than basketball.
My first job was coaching Track and Field, under the same coach my dad had. I learned how to build a team, about morale, and leading from the bottom.
I had a george forman grill in college.
"Welcome to the pack." What a very human thing to say.
Roy's going to be okay. The retelling sounds great. Many thanks.
Well done, both the story and the narration.
My first job was construction. The foreman called me gopher. Told me to get fasteners one day, I told him I didn’t have a license. He said you don’t need a license to drive, you need gas. I was weeks before I found out he called me “go for” not gopher.
Your name is now Gopher from now on.
@@t.j.7347 it was for months after a decade you’re no apprentice my friend
The real fun is a bucket of steam, To which I have always proposed someone return with water and claim they got the steam from Ikea so it needs to be assembled.
@@filanfyretracker you're my kind of asshole.
I used to be in the field with a clipboard... now I teach apprenticeship classes in the high school and college.
Can confirm this is how you get a job.
I learned lots from good managers, but little technical to do with the job.
Most important of all. When to say some version of "I don't know, but I shall spend time getting you a useable answer as soon as I can" People seem to really respect that.
I despise people who waffle BS instead.
How to present info at different levels. People want different amounts of info, not the same tired script, If in doubt, ask them what level they need.
When not to make a decision. Sometimes it's enough that people know you are aware of a situation.
Giving good feedback. Any prick can find fault, sometimes giving credit is harder, but far more useful and can also be a teaching moment for others.
Blue collar folks really are the best. We're loud abrasive, crude, and rude, but we generally love everyone we work with.
Being able to confide in someone and be understood but also being able to ask for help is a fkng blessing.
Source: 4+ yrs retail, 3 yrs fab, 2yrs appliance repair, 5yrs hvac (ongoing)
I've got to say Mr Agro, I listened to your 3 year old stuff, your 2 year old stuff, and your new stuff. Your narrations were always excellent, and you just keep getting better every time and through the year. I particularly like watching you do the narrations. The expressions and gestures add to the experience. I also like that you kept the word scroll, so that you can catch up or go back and check something that you didn't quite hear without losing your place or missing your narration.
I thank you, sir, for your excellent effort.
He just showed up and started running things. That's hilarious.
Reminds me of that Star Trek meme. "That's why we let the humans run things and do whatever they want."
I went from a JW to a foreman in one day and a site super in a week, on the largest structure the marine corps owns.
Thanks for another entertaining story. I read it with the sound off, as my brain sometimes wants quiet time. So, thanks also for providing a choice of listening to or reading the stories.😊
i love reading the stories too...just dont usually turn the sound off...it helps keep my reading skills fast
🙂
I used to carry a clipboard. The power is intoxicating.
Ah, the old game of Bosses and Buildings when you have a +3 Clipboard of Controlling.
Ah.
Birthday treats.
Very nice.
George is okay.
Little things to show the workers that you are paying attention to them.
Why do I have a feeling that Roy‘s father talked to the foreman beforehand to get him a job like “Hey there George, so I want my kid to start doing construction, but he has zero experience in it. Would you mind putting him under your wing for a bit?”
That’s why he got that job so easily, I bet that father had the same experience with his father I bet.
If you show up green as grass and clean pee this will happen on most job sites. I might not be able to hire you directly, but I will tell you to head to another trailer and tell them Dave sent you and that you won't take no for an answer.
You've certainly earned it -- 12-month listener finally subscribed.
Pretty sure I know that foreman' great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather! 😂😂😂😂😂😂 WITH ENERGY!!
This needs a follow-up when it’s time to do masonry work and he starts seeing how all the other stuff applies to that.
It's just plaster you can eat :)
This is one of my favorites, and I'm glad that you have redone it. Though it seems there are a couple of glitches there at the end that you might want to look over.
Glad to see that you're doing better and that you're settling back in after your ill health. I have to say that you are the standard by which all of the other narrators should attempt to replicate.
Keep up the great work 🍻
Eventually we'll weed out the humans who don't work like this and we'll be golden.
I liked this one more than most, don't know why, nothing 'extra' about the human and a very relatable situation made it very palatable to me.
Than-Q Mr Squirrel
i remember hearing this one, thats basically how I got my first job. it worked out quite well and I got free food.
Notably, being able to inscribe the treats cleanly and accurately is good training for stonework that has no ctrl-z, Roy might be the species to do it, but can't hurt to prove the fundamentals of detail work
And who knows, he may find he enjoys that more than masonry and find himself a new career.
Here is a like and comment for the story, for the laughs, for entertaining me, to help your channel grow, to appease the great and powerful UA-cam algorithm demon, and get you the recognition you deserve.
One of my favorite non-war stories!
George the Foreman? Absolutely love it!
Omg this was a terrific story!
I liked that one a lot.
nice one agro . A heartwarming story.
Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. 👏👏
Jacks of all trades and master of most. Yep, that's us.
I loved that one... Quite funny and sweet
Now _that_ is a cool boss. Wish there were more like 'im.
great story, would watch a sequel
omg, GEORGE FORMAN!!! I had a george forman grill in college.
More fantastic Squirrel time
I think I know that foreman😉
Great narration. Good story. 👍
For the Algorithm, for the Author(s), for the Holographic Voice!
Great story/narration! Thanks
That was a nice pleasant story :)
For DA SKWERL and his Nest
So wholesome
Heya Squrrl… great story, well presented
Good one.
Very nice.
Hey friends, these HFY stories have been inspiring me to work on some of my own stories, so I thought I would try something in this genre. I hope you enjoy!
A Threat Display
"Thanks for the ride!" Frelk called out, jumping off the back of the hoverbike.
"Anytime!" the human replied, flashing a smile as she revved the engine. "Give me a call when you're ready and I'll come pick you up!"
The hoverbike spun up with a throaty growl and the human sped off into the city as Frelk approached his fellows. "Accountant Frelk!" one called out, "I've not seen you since Graduation!"
"Yes, Engineer Thirm, it has been quite some time, indeed. And it is Quartermaster, now. I was promoted nearly three standard cycles past."
"Then congratulations are in order!" The two greeted each other with a cordial bow, as was tradition, before making their way into the reception hall for the Ailurus Spacefarer's Academy's 226th reunion. "I suppose there must be some perks to working with such threatening creatures."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"The Xeno which brought you here. A Deathworld species if I am not mistaken. A Security Officer, I would wager, judging from that large knife strapped to its leg?"
"Becca? No, she is our ship's Engineer."
"Truly? I must wonder, if you will permit, how do fair working with such a being? Why, I nearly fled inside just from that threat display alone, nor do I understand why it was given. I don't think I could handle working under such conditions."
"Threat display? Oh! You mean from when I disembarked her hovercycle. No, that was just a smile. Did you take Xeno-Studies 321 during our time at the Academy?" Engineer Thrim chirped in the negative. "Despite humans evolving as predators, they typically display their teeth as a sign of friendship, goodwill, or happiness. As Professor Hrolp once explained, you need to watch their eyes. If you have the time, I can regale you with an anecdote to demonstrate."
"I would greatly appreciate it. Come, let us find some refreshments and a place to sit."
The pair acquired some drinks, a fresh, thick brew featuring leaves and roots of plants native to Ailurus and sat at an open table. "This happened half a standard cycle after I graduated and began serving on the CMV Red River...
-------------
Accountant Frelk looked apologetically at the bartender as he borrowed their personal communicator. He nursed his swollen face with a bag of ice as he waited for someone on the ship answered his call. It took longer than expected.
"Ye'llo? This is the Red River."
"You are not Communication Specialist Electraria. With whom am I speaking?"
"Name's Rebecca, though most just call me Becca or Becks."
Frelk bristled at the utter lack of formality, "And where is the Communication Specialist?"
"Dunno. Prolly out on shore leave? I was passing through and saw the incoming transmission light flashing. Dunno if we got voice mail on this bird, so I figured I'd answer."
Frelk sighed. He'd hoped Communication Specialist Electaria would be able to notify another member of the crew who was on shore leave to pick him up when they had finished their business. At least this... Rebecca... was better than no one. Maybe they'd be able to help, somehow. "I am in need of transportation back to the CMV Red River. When Communication Specialist Electaria returns, would you please ask them to arrange for such. I am at a local tavern; sending the coordinates."
"You don't sound drunk. Lose all your money at cards and can't afford a taxi?"
"If you must know, I was enjoying the local culture and was offered a guided tour. I was brought off the main road and..." he shot an angry glance at the three mercenaries enjoying themselves on his credits, "Relieved of my funds."
"Someone fucking mugged you? I got the coords. Be there in 15."
"Apologies, but fifteen what?" Frelk asked, but the call had already been terminated. "Hello?" He called in vain before closing the channel and returning the communicator to the bartender. "Thank you. I hope they'll be along shortly.
After 10 Earth minutes, Frelk heard an obnoxiously loud vehicle stop outside the tavern. A human woman clad in black work boots and leather pants with a brown jacket over a plain white shirt. As she raised her tinted goggles she scanned the room before her eyes settled on Frelk. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked as she approached, baring her teeth at him.
Frelk began to panic a little as the obvious predator approached him, but he thought back to his Xeno-Studies courses. He was fairly certain this was a Human, what had his Professors told him about communicating with them? Humans engage in myriad non-verbal and semi-autonomous forms of communication to supplement their speech. When in doubt, watch their eyes, as their emotions are often writ large therein.
This human's eyes were filled with concern. Most likely, she meant him no harm. "I am well enough. Merely waiting on an associate to transport me back to my ship."
"Ah, I'm Becca. You sure you're good? No concussions or anything"
Frelk glanced back at the three mercenaries: reptilian, crustacean, and molluscoid in appearance as they laughed and drank. "My pride is more wounded than my body. I forfeited my belongings quickly, and they were prompt to make use of them."
When he turned back to Rebecca, she had tracked his gaze and hers was now fixed upon his assaulters. Her smile spread, showing even more teeth. Frelk looked again to her eyes and recoiled in fear. Where once shown warm concern now bore only ice-cold rage. "Wait here," she said.
Smiling, she walked up to the table the three were seated at, standing between the crustacean on her left and the molluscoid on her right, with the reptilian across the table from here. "Hey. Did you three mug my friend over there?"
The molluscoid looked up to her. "I don't know what you are talking about. We gave him a nice tour and he paid us a fair amount. He took a bit of a nasty fall, but that's life."
If the human's smile got any wider, it would surely damage her jaw, and her eyes went from ice-cold to blazing. "Yeah? Well, Karma's a bitch."
She grabbed the molluscoid by one of its head tentacles and slammed it face first into the table, shattering the glass it had been drinking from. The crustacean got up and lunged at her face with a pincer. She stepped back and grabbed its arm. With a twist and a sickening *pop* the crustacean's arm separated at the elbow. As the mercenary reeled back, she flipped the pincer around and drove it into one of the crustacean's eye stalks. As she did, the reptilian jumped over the table and attempted to rake its claws across her back and legs but wasn't able to puncture through the leather. She reached up behind her head, grabbed the reptilian, and threw it down in front of her. While it was winded, she took the chance to kick it in the head with her steel-toed boot and it went still. By this time, the molluscoid had stood up and drawn a knife. With a yell, it charged at her. She spun and tried to block the attack, but the knife stabbed through her hand. Rather than pull away, She grabbed the molluscoid's appendage with her injured hand and its throat with her good one.
"You are going to pay my friend back for your little tour. Do you understand? Nod your head for yes." Struggling to breathe and beginning to change color, the molluscoid hurriedly bobbed its head and Rebecca let go. The molluscoid hastily pulled out a credstick and personal comm and passed it to Frelk as it hurried out the door. Just before it left, Rebecca called out, "Oh, and I am keeping the knife!"
Nice story, thank you. UKUK
another name for this story would be "The Might of the Human Managerial Class".
This is my clipboard,
there are many clipboards,
but this one is mine.
good story :)
Great reading.
That was awesome! 🤣🤣
Lol cross training crafts.
hmm someone have an IRL version of this, i got the feeling that a dude walking in and just taking over an empty position and make it work is too real to just be fiction
Funny how you have to put 'Human Narration' in title now
So much AI stuff out there now that im sure uploader doesnt even check for mistakes 😅
Paid apprenticeship.
Have a treato
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Listen boy, you need to learn how to learn about applying your skills in various and inventive ways that you didn't believes where possible. Let start by decorating those birthday/hatchday cakes of today. Welcome to the pack.
6th, 10 August 2024
I like that you ask for ups and subscription if you earn it. So many just ask right at the beginning before they have said much of anything. So, that is an automatic down vote. I like what you do with the stories.
I usually upvote his videos right from the start, because I get so engrossed in the story that I forget to do it later :)
Fta
but I cant sub scribble twice,s
Speaking of Human Narration... An unsolicited plug for the channel @DiamondWillow. She is also narrating HFY stories, and unlike the recent flood of AI crap, is doing it properly. An actual human voice and including links to the original author's main account pages and direct links to the works being read. IMHO, worth a look and maybe a sub.
FOR THE ALGORITHM!
Trying to pay attention to your accent which trust me I'm very good at accompanied with background music is so distracting. Fire whoever told you to do that
or it was a mistake
I skipped to the video to check before I wrote my answer.
I thought he turned down the volume of the the music later,
turns out my awesome human brain just clipped the music from the video by itself.