第一篇：COP-630 设施管理控制程序

文件名称：设施管理控制程序版次：00 文件编号： COP-630

1．程序目的通过对公司所有设施的请购、验收、保养、报废等程序的有效管理和控制，确保设备之正常性能，以满足生产需要。

2．适用范围

适用于公司所有设施（测量与监控装置除外）的管理和控制。

3．引用文件

3.1《采购控制程序》COP-740

3.2《设备使用说明书》

3.3《设备预防保养计划》

3.4设备操作作业指导书

4．职责与权限

4.1设备部——设备采购、验收、维护、维修、编号、改良或报废申请，制作《设备一览

表》，配合财务部财产清册清点管制；

4.2生产部——生产设备之申购使用、保养、维护等；

4.3采购部/财务部——清点、报废之跟踪与监督管理；

5．程序内容

5.1设备请购

5.1.1部门有新设备之需求时，使用需求部门填写《请购单》并附规格型号等相关资料，经部门主管签名同意后，呈总经理核准；

5.1.2经核准之《请购单》，交设备部依《采购控制程序》执行采购（具体依《采购程序》执行，办公设备由采购部人员开具订单进行采购）。

5.2设备验收、安装

5.2.1新设备到厂由设备部与相关使用部门人员共同验收；

5.2.2验收时需填写《设备验收报告》；

5.2.3对设备附件及操作说明等资料一并验收；

5.2.4设备验收必要时应涵盖功能运转测试与产品量产测试；

5.2.5设备验收中，如有不符合使用要求之情形，应要求设备供应厂商，负责整修或更

换至符合要求为止。

5.2.6设备验收合格后，财务部编订设备财产编号，设备部配合建立《设备一览表》以

第二篇：COP主持词

中宏保险精英主管项目会议流程

具体操作：

一、会议开始：

主持人：各位来宾，各位朋友，大家上午好！

欢迎各位准时来到我们的会场，参加中宏保险迈向成功与中宏同行的事业说明会。首先对大家的到来表示热烈的欢迎。

二、介绍嘉宾和会议流程

先做个自我介绍，我叫Susan, 是今天的主持人，中文名字丛彩霞。（大家知道为什么在外资都有英文名字吗？）在外资企业里倡导人与人之间是平等的，没有高低之分，只是大家工作的岗位不同而已）如果不久的将来我们能成为同事，相信会有许多打交道的机会。

下面我来为大家介绍一下今天的会议流程：

首先是由我们的yummy带大家一起走进中宏，之后会是我们“有奖问答”环节了，而有奖问答的所有答案yummy呆会都会讲到，所以各位一定要注意听讲，因为答对的话会有一份精美小礼物等着你，随后是我们的MT总监带领大家一起迈向成功 与中宏同行。最后我们安排了会议反馈时间。整个流程大约需要一个半小时。为了让我们的会议能够在有序的氛围中进行，请大家配合我们做几件简单的事情，第一：请把您的手机调至振动、静音或关机；第二：为了表示相互的尊重，请保持会场的安静，会议进行期间请不要随意走动或讲话；谢谢大家的支持与配合。

下面进行第一项内容„„

三、——走进中宏

各位朋友，本次

四、有奖问答环节

感谢yummy的精彩致词，相信通过yummy的介绍，我们对中宏已经有了一个初步的了解，其实中宏的荣誉还有很多，今天由于时间的关系吴总没有给大家一一发布，接下来就是我们今天的有奖问答时间了，先来跟大家说一下有奖问答的规则——（）所以我见意大家调整一下坐姿，找一个最方便站起来抢答的姿势座好。

五、迈向成功 与中宏同行

通过刚才吴总的讲解我们已经确认中宏是一家有实力、有背景、有口碑的寿险公司，同时在充满希望与挑战的2011年，中宏保险正以高速发展的姿态迈向更加灿烂的明天！刚刚我们对中宏已经有了一个初步的认识，接下来我们的River会带大家一起了解一下我们的行业前景，同时River也将会用自己的亲身经历告诉大家如何开始择业的第一步，下面就借助大家热情的掌声有请中宏保险MT总监River

六、填写反馈表：

感谢RIver的精彩介绍，让我们重新认识了这个行业，接下来让我们进入本次会议的最后一个环节，各位朋友的单页夹里还有一张会议反馈表，下面请大家配合我填写一下，我们希望各位朋友能给本次会议多提宝贵意见，使我们的COP会议越来越完善。同时作为一家专业的、并且是中国第一家中外合资的保险公司，选择优秀的人才也是我们的己任，所以请大家今天为我们推荐几位朋友来了解中宏的事业

机会。

七、结束：

亲爱的朋友，我们今天的会议已接近尾声。感谢大家的热情参与，也真诚的期待与各位的再次相聚，让我们与中宏同行共同成向成功。今天的会议到此结束，祝大家返程愉快，再见！

第三篇：the cop and the anthem

Book Report

Name: The Cop and the Anthem(one article of the Short Stories by O.Henry)

Writer: O.Henry, A Famous American Writer

Publishment: Peiking Yanshan Press

Reading reason: This article is typical of O.Henry’s works, and it is so impressive that I would like to read it again and again.The cop and the anthem is an interesting article written by O.Henry.The story happens in a late fall in the early of the twentieth century in New York City.The only one character, named ‘Soapy’, even no last name is given, is homeless.As winter is coming, Soapy faces the urgent necessity of finding some sort of shelter.He expects to be arrested so that he could live in the warm prison during the cold season.Therefore, he does some effort to commit an act that will get him in jail.However, the additional problem is that Soapy breaks the law, he does not act like a criminal.Swilding a restaurant for an expensive meal.Soapy is refused to enter for his poor appearance.Breaking a luxury shop’s windows, Soapy is regarded as an innocent bystander.Soapy’s attempts are all failed.As he stands

on the street, with an anthem flies into his ears from the church, Soapy decides to start with a clean slate and plans his future.In the end, Soapy, who does not want something for nothing and goes to a great deal to get thrown into jail, finally does get thrown into jail for doing precisely nothing.

第四篇：The Cop and the Anthem

The Cop and the Anthem

O.Henry

On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily.When wild geese honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap.That was Jack Frost's card.Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call.At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy's mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour.And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest.In them there were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay.Three months on the Island was what his soul craved.Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell's had been his winter quarters.Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island.And now the time was come.On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square.So the Island loomed big and timely in Soapy's mind.He scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city's dependents.In Soapy's opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy.There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life.But to one of Soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered.If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy.As Caesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition.Wherefore it is1

better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman's private affairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire.There were many easy ways of doing this.The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant;and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman.An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together.Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering cafe, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward.He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day.If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected success would be his.The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind.A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing--with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar.One dollar for the cigar would be enough.The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the cafe management;and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter's eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes.Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway.It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one.Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous.Soapy took a cobblestone and dashed it through the glass.People came running around the corner, a policeman in the lead.Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.“Where's the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.“Don't you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman's mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue.Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law's minions.They take to their heels.The policeman saw a man half way down the block running to catch a car.With drawn club he joined in the pursuit.Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions.It catered to large appetites and modest purses.Its crockery and atmosphere were thick;its soup and napery thin.Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and telltale trousers without challenge.At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flapjacks, doughnuts and pie.And then to the waiter be betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.“Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy.“And don't keep a gentleman waiting.”

“No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail.“Hey, Con!”

Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy.He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter's rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes.Arrest seemed but a rosy dream.The Island seemed very far away.A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again.This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water plug.It was Soapy's design to assume the role of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would insure his winter quarters on the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary's readymade tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into

the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young woman.He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked and went brazenly through the impudent and contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly.The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs.Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said:

“Ah there, Bedelia!Don't you want to come and play in my yard?”

The policeman was still looking.The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven.Already he imagined he could feel the cozy warmth of the station-house.The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy's coat sleeve.Sure, Mike,“ she said joyfully, ”if you'll blow me to a pail of suds.I'd have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.“

With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom.He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran.He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows and librettos.Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air.A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest.The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of ”disorderly conduct.“

On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice.He danced, howled, raved and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turned his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen.”'Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin' the goose egg they give to the Hartford College.Noisy;but no harm.We've instructions to lave them be.“

Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket.Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia.He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light.His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering.Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly.The man at the cigar light followed hastily.”My umbrella,“ he said, sternly.”Oh, is it?“ sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny.”Well, why don't you call a policeman? I took it.Your umbrella!Why don't you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.“

The umbrella owner slowed his steps.Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would again run against him.The policeman looked at the two curiously.”Of course,“ said the umbrella man – “that is--well, you know how these mistakes occur--I--if it's your umbrella I hope you'll excuse me – I picked it up this morning in a restaurant--If you recognise it as yours, why – I hope you'll –”

“Of course it's mine,” said Soapy, viciously.The ex-umbrella man retreated.The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements.He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation.He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs.Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint.He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill.Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled.Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed,where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem.For there drifted out to Soapy's ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.The moon was above, lustrous and serene;vehicles and pedestrians were few;sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves--for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard.And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.The conjunction of Soapy's receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul.He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties and base motives that made up his existence.And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood.An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate.He would pull himself out of the mire;he would make a man of himself again;he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him.There was time;he was comparatively young yet;he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering.Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him.To-morrow he would go into the roaring downtown district and find work.A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver.He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position.He would be somebody in the world.He would –

Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm.He looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doin' here?” asked the officer.“Nothin',” said Soapy.“Then come along,” said the policeman.“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.

第五篇：公司ISO生产设施控制程序

公司ISO生产设施控制程序

目的确保设备、工装及工具等生产设施保持良好的使用状态，减少故障所造成的质量不稳定，延长设备及工装、工具的使用寿命。

范围

适用于设备、工装及工具等生产设施。

职责

3.1

生产部负责对设备、工装及工具等生产设施进行控制。

3.2

生产部组织编制设施的操作规程和设施日常保养表。

3.3

质量部负责操作规程和设施日常保养表的审核批准，并组织操作规程的培训；

工作程序

4.1

生产设施的提供

1)

生产部根据使用部门的需求和公司发展的需要，提出生产设施配置要求，总经理批准后，由营销部具体实施采购；

2)

需要自制的设施由使用部门提出，由技术部设计，总经理批准后，组织加工制造。

4.2生产设施的验收、建档

1)

采购或自制完成的设施，生产部组织使用部门进行安装、调试，确认满足要求后，由生产部和使用部门在《设施验收单》上签字验收。

2)

验收不合格的设施，营销部与供方协商解决，并在《设施验收单》上记录处理结果。

程

序

文

件

版

本

B

修订状态

0

章节内容

第六章

生产设施控制程序

页

码

/

3)

生产部对验收合格的设施进行编号，建立设备档案，并在《设备台账》上登记。

4.3

设施的维护和保养

1)

根据生产需要，技术部组织编写设施的操作规程，按《文件控制程序》进行控制和发放。并由质量部组织操作规程的培训。

2)

生产部设备组编制《设施日常保养表》，规定保养项目，频次，按《文件控制程序》发给使用部门人员执行。

3)各部门负责人监督检查设施日常保养执行情况。

4)生产部每半年收集《设施日常保养表》，整理入档并作为编制检修计划的依据。

5)

日常生产中车间无法排除的故障，应填写《设施检修单》报生产部检修。

检修中的设施应挂明显检修标志，检修好的设施应由使用部门负责人签字验收方可使用。

4.1.5

生产设备的保养分类：分为日常保养、维护检修和临时故障的维修三种形式。

4.1.5.1

日常保养

1)

日常保养是在每班设备使用后由操作工进行的保养工作；

2)

日常保养的主要内容：清除设备表面油渍、污物；使机器外观清洁；

检查油管、气管、供水设施是否完好畅通；按时加/换润滑油，检查润滑油质量是否符合要求，必要时应及时更换。

3)

日常保养工作的具体措施由各车间督促操作工进行，并填写

程

序

文

件

版

本

B

修订状态

0

章节内容

第六章

生产设施控制程序

页

码

/

《设施日常保养表》，生产车间和有关部门组织人员进行不定期抽查。

4.1.5.2

维护检修：

1)

设备的维护检修由生产部设备科提前编制《设施检修计划》，经批准后严格按计划执行，维护检修时并填写《设备检修单》；

2)

维护检修是在设备使用一年以后或生产旺季前进行；

3)

根据设备的使用情况，对部分零部件拆卸、清洗、修复；

4)

对设备的维修，若本公司无能力可委托生产厂家进行。

4.1.5.3

设备临时故障的维修

1)

操作工在设备发生故障时应及时报告主管，由主管填写《设施检修单》交维修人员；

2)

维修人员根据《设施检修单》上提供的信息查看设备的故障，进行故障排除；

3)

对不能排除的故障，由维修主管联系相关技术人员进行维修；

4)

故障排除后，维修人员详细填写《设施检修单》。

5)

设备故障不能排除情况严重的，向总经理申请委托生产厂家进行。

5质量记录

5.1设备台账

5.2设施日常保养表

5.3设施检修计划

5.4设施检修单