CITES Stories ..
So far I have prepared notes for the blog has been rather historical-technical. Today I try to remember some stories or past events. Let me first make clear that I hope nobody is offended, that story is told only to "animus jocandi" which lawyers say. In any case, if appropriate, I will not give the names of the protagonists.
The Lion and the Tristan .- During the second half of 1963 and the beginning of 1964 were very busy setting up and starting to walk the factory. Then the Quality Manager was my friend and classmate at the School of Telecommunications Gerardo Villanueva, while I was Chief of Assembly and Telefonometría Laboratory. Gary has always had a propensity to see the glass "half empty", while I always see "half full." It was common that when there was a problem in assembly lines we were Gerardo and I will see if we could find the solution. Gerardo always predicted the worst evils, while I saw some easy solution. At that time put in TVE a cartoon series starring a lion and a fox optimistic pessimist called "Tristan", whose favorite phrase was "I should imagine!" Needless to say that soon we "baptized" and "The Lion and Tristan. "
The Captive .- As soon as we started production for Telefonica, it appointed a resident inspector, to inspect shipments at the factory before his departure for Telefónica stores. The inspector was such an individual quite original. It was decided to provide CITES employees work in laboratories, some white coats. Immediately, the inspector said asked that it be provided to him. The gowns were of various sizes, and as the inspector was quite high were given the large size. The case is to be passed and you were very long, extending to the ankles. "Bata white ankle? Needless to say, he began to call "The Captive." (Note to readers Malaga: The Captive is the name of an image of Jesus Christ, who is taken in procession on Easter Monday, a highly venerated in Malaga and, especially, in the neighborhood of Trinidad where CITES was located. The image shows that Jesus standing, wearing a long white robe).
Ah ... Sorry! .- This story does not know first hand but I was told. So I can not guarantee its authenticity, but "if non é vero é ben trovato." NN
was tall and strong and, like many others, I was terrified of injections. But at some point need to inject and went to the clinic of CITES. The ATS (then said "practitioner") was a very nice lady who told NN that the injection was put in where the back loses its chaste name. NN So he dropped his pants and underpants and the ATS was injected. At that time NN fell ill, his head was spinning, it was white and began to crumble, come to be dizzy. The ATS tried to hold him to be given to avoid a blow, but I said that NN was tall and strong, that is weighed heavily, thus dragging the ATS collapsed and fell on it. Just then the door opened the clinic and poked a head, that seeing the scene, NN Gayumbo pants and lowered, located on the ATS, said no more than: Oh .. Sorry! withdrawing discreetly.
Nurse ....! .- This story, like the previous one, have told me, so I can not guarantee its accuracy. One of the characters is the ATS of earlier history. The other a very shy young man called. The fact is that the official opening day of CITES gave it was then called "a glass of English wine," ie canapés, snacks, soft drinks, wine, etc.. The young man said, it seems that drank more than appropriate, and as he left the office building, where it then passes through the clinic was moved by the effects of alcohol began to shout loudly: nurse, touch the pear!
The Director "immersed" .- One day, I estimate that in the early '70s, our Director General Armisén Santiago asked me up to his office with José Antonio Maestre. I do not remember exactly why, but possibly outside to talk of moving to STL Harlow Master to intervene in the development of the first electronic telephone. Armisén had in his office a chair with wheels also had a spring that allowed lean back. In the course of the conversation Armisén started lying, but was soon to fall until it disappeared into the table and the closet behind him. The effect was as if they were "plunging." At the end there was a crack and fell with my legs up and back on the floor. Master and I went to his rescue, first dead of laughter, the comedy of the situation, but on the other, worried that he had been hurt. Him out of his situation was not an easy undertaking Fortunately nothing happened.
1886 .- PS Many of you will remember Keith Preece. He was the Technical Director for the area ITTE Subscriber Equipment. Often come to Malaga and I also looked at Technical Directors meetings we held three or four times a year, each time in a city. We ended up being good friends. By then I had discovered the single malt whiskey, now common in Spain, but then virtually unknown. Preece for his part was a lover of brandy Larios 1886. So we agreed that every time we went to see I take "1886" and he "Glennfiddich." (Exchange technology called this figure). On one occasion I was in a meeting at STL Harlow when I called from Malaga to say he had received a telex (fax had not yet let alone e-mail) quoting me Preece from Brussels for a meeting on Monday. In the telex asked me to take copies of a series of drawings of PS's (spare parts). Engineering asked me to prepare the requested copies and, along with airfare and hotel reservation I leave everything in my office, and coming to Malaga on Friday afternoon. The idea was to collect all Saturday morning and travel to Brussels on Sunday afternoon. When I arrived at my office on Saturday I met a lot of copies and a note saying: "We did not find any PS who is the PS 1886". The telex said Preece. ".... And bring 1886, please"
Please bring "Great" .- The above story reminds me of another similar. In ITT (New York) had a department devoted to book a hotel or flight members visited New York ITT. The head of that department was called Jim Franco. Was Italian and very outgoing. He was always cracking jokes. English with her favorite joke was to say: "I'm Franco, But Not the general." The truth is that he behaved very well with me, I always reserved the best rooms, even when there was a full house. Once I phoned to tell me he was coming to Malaga in the course of a trip to Europe with his wife and daughter. He asked me to seek a good hotel on the coast and will recommend which sites to visit. So we did and was very pleased with his visit to Malaga. Some time later I had to go to New York unexpectedly, so I called to ask hotel. He told me not to worry and asked me take him "Great." I assumed he was referring to the brandy, so I bought a bottle. Once in his office on Park Avenue, handed it rarely made a face and said, "What is that?" "What You Asked for" I answered. "No, I do not Asked for brandy But for soap" What I wanted was soap Magno La Toja! He had met during his visit to Spain and his wife had liked it. In any case kept the brandy (which he liked). Later he did get the soap.
