I’M BARELY 20 MINUTES INTO MY SHIFT on the WaveRunner assembly line at Yamaha Motors Manufacturing Corporation when the supervisor wisely singles me out. I’m thinking, clearly he recognizes a superior craftsman, knows of my many decades of industry experience, or perhaps is just keen to compliment an obviously strong work ethic. His words, however, take a different tack.
“Hey, magazine guy, I’ve been watching you,” he says, barely stifling a chuckle. “And, well, here … you better put this on.”
This refers to the garishly bright neon vest he holds at arm’s length, a garment YMMC reserves for only the most novice, most inexperienced, dare I say most clueless of employees. A bright yellow warning sign that no, I’m not some superior craftsman or even an experienced factory worker,…