I like the idea of a ‘Charlie Chaplain’. Probably a discarded character from the draft Blackadder scripts - ministering to Captain Darling’s spiritual needs.
(Or … Charlie and the Chaplain Factory? Robotised oompah-loompahs turning out military priests by the dozen?)
Think robots are going to replace 30% of the workforce? Apparently every fruit in the US has a sticker on it, placed by hand (often by graduate students) because labour is cheap.
I am a damn fine wordsmith, as well as a damn fine-looking blacksmith, the phrase, “dispenses the sandwich ingredients from a nozzle” earns a solid, solid clap and pat on the back.
Well played chaps, well played.
At around 55 secs the narrator says “because the sandwich requires it…” in reference to why the butter is applied, making me wonder if the workers ever question who exactly is working for who.
… never want to eat a sandwich again
I’ll bite. Disagree. I still want to eat sandwiches. I’d even eat those sandwiches. At least they look sanitary. When on the road, no time to slow down, a basic ham mayo, a Tab and a bag of limon Lays can be just the ticket. Now let’s ride.
I spent a week on the line at a pickle factory where 4/5 days my job was to put the last few cucumbers into the jar to get it nice and full. Machines dump in the first 80%, but people like the jars to be all the way full so a human shoves in the last 2-4. Great forearms on those workers.
It wasn’t fun, but it wasn’t the worst. Cleaning pots and pans in a kitchen was worse, and I only did that for 2 hour stints vs more like 9 hours of pickle jar topping off.
Oh, man, but try to something like that with bad ergonomics or, I presume, some injury and its really bad. I had the job of sorting the pickles by size one day and the table was a couple inches too low for me so I had to bend over a little bit and my back was screaming within an hour.
…is the first line of my favorite Tom Waits song.
These places take themselves way too seriously.
I used to work on an industrial estate near a sandwich factory, but it disn’t call itself that. Instead, it specialised in “Excellence in on-the-go food solutions”.
It was a sandwich factory. It specialised in putting fillings between slices of bread.
I aspire to be a sandwich factory.
Same for parmesan and other cheese that needs to be scrubbed and turned — but large companies have cool robots to do it now
As a cheese maker, technology enthusiast, that is depressing.
I like to think of them as martyrs, people who helped us get to the inflection point where we can have robots. Like we needed to burn a lot of fossil fuels to get to the point of solar and wind.
We are still not there, and it won’t happen for everyone at the same time. But we’ll get there. (need to be optimistic)
I’d like to think that good milk and good cooking make the good cheese. Wasting someone’s brain on scrubbing and turning is the depressing part. I understand that might not be true to artisan cheese, but making things more expensive or labour-intensive just for the art seems unfair for the wasted brains and and lost opportunity.
Good Cheese for the Masses!
There are a few references to what the “customer has requested”. What the hell?! There are no customers at the end of that line picking up their specific sandwich. No one is standing in front of the vending machine in a Greyhound station at 2 am placing an order for an extra thick slice of ham.
hmm, I guess the customer is the food service company that ordered all of the sandwiches, not the poor bastard that doesn’t have the time or money to get something else.
It’s interesting to learn that the two halves of the packaged sandwich didn’t even start out as the same sandwich.
I said 2,000 with pickles, 1,500 without.
GLOVES omg, my kingdom for some gloves…
at 2:00 meatbag stacks two sandwiches up. Sawzall cuts them in half. at 2:30 "the two halves will be package as one sandwich!
Robots at 4:00 put one sandwich in a container.
Good reason to get rid of humans.
It’s akin to someone taking home a baby that isn’t theirs. Or rather, two families had twins, yet they each swapped on baby.
I wonder if the one half can feel it when its other half is being eaten?
Also, was I the only one surprised at no gloves during the assembly process? I guess maybe gloves get in the way of dexterity?
