Attitude, attitude, attitude

My first job after Vietnam was at an Army ammunition plant, making 2.75” warheads and 81mm mortar rounds. After a couple of weeks, the foreman came up and said his boss said he had a good worker in me. “Fact of the matter is,” the foreman said, “you’re working too hard. It makes everybody else look bad. You need to walk outside, take a break now and then.” I just looked at him. His supervisory attitude was why one man working “made everybody else look bad.”