long winded post, anyone?
In my boredom today, I clicked a link to one of those "find your classmates" sites, and I found the last person I expected...me.
There was a bio, too. All I could read is "I graduated in 1996, went to the U of M for a while off and on, and then worked with..." I'd have to get a gold membership to read the rest, but that takes money, so I am left to wonder just who the hell I am. But in a different way than usual.
At the bar on Tuesday, I talked with Brad about the possibility of working together at Trail. Nothing concrete yet, but we may be doing some fire. The best part is, the idea we've got is a (mostly) silent show - something I've been drooling about for years. This is me giddy. Look at me go (no really, I'm like a freakin' schoolgirl over here). I got my hat back, too. I had left it there last time, mere hours after Scott returned it from when I had left there the previous week. This time Brad got it for me. He's my double-hero.
In other news, I've decided to be a hillbilly when I grow up. I have recently developed an overwhelming desire to play the banjo. Somebody give me a banjo. Please? I'll love you forever if you do, and not even in a creepy way.
--Beware of 'work sucks' rant--
This next bit is mostly just me venting. I won't be offended if you don't read it.
Also, work sucked today. My boss is on vacation, so I'm unofficially in charge of the print department. I get no respect because I don't wear a tie to work (it'd get dirty). On Tuesday I had a salesman ask me if we had the printer availibility for a last minute rush job. He specifically wanted the Varios, of which we have two. I told him maybe one, but we have too much color coming in to give them both up (they're the only color printers we have). He came back later and said the job was cancelled. I was relieved. I found out Wednesday that about 5 minutes after I left, he came down with the job and tried to bully the new 2nd shift guys into doing what he wanted, saying he had promised the customer that we would devote both Varios and 3/4 of the other printers to it. I hate Fred. I love Ray. Ray is a hard-headed ass. He said no. But he did use one Vario, and that was why I was on the phone all night at the birthday dinner - he couldn't get it to work. Today Fred needed a reprint of that job. He stood there looking over my shoulder for an hour while I did it, constantly whining that we need it as soon as possible, even though it was the customer's data that was wrong, not anything we did. My boss and his boss are both gone, so I brought this up my boss's boss's boss (the president), who just said "moneymoneymoney." or something like that. He didn't care that Fred had been told we couldn't do it and prosmised the customer we would (causing the job to finish way late), or that Fred lied to my f-cking face to get me out of his way, or that he tried to manipulate the new employees to line his commission check. I hate our used car lot sales staff. Tomorrow I will tell my boss that if doesn't place someone OFFICIALLY in charge when he's gone and let everyone know about it, I will start to look for something else. I can't deal with this crap anymore. I don't like ultimata, but I can't think of anything else that might work. And this one should scare him sh-tless. Unfortunately, I would be the one officially in charge, which adds a whole new set of headaches, but someone has to do it or every time Joe goes away the account services department and the sales department will be trying to play puppet-master from their comfy offices to get their will done. Never mind that not a single one of them has ever worked in print shop before, so they have no clue what it takes. On the plus side: free bagels this morning!
There was a bio, too. All I could read is "I graduated in 1996, went to the U of M for a while off and on, and then worked with..." I'd have to get a gold membership to read the rest, but that takes money, so I am left to wonder just who the hell I am. But in a different way than usual.
At the bar on Tuesday, I talked with Brad about the possibility of working together at Trail. Nothing concrete yet, but we may be doing some fire. The best part is, the idea we've got is a (mostly) silent show - something I've been drooling about for years. This is me giddy. Look at me go (no really, I'm like a freakin' schoolgirl over here). I got my hat back, too. I had left it there last time, mere hours after Scott returned it from when I had left there the previous week. This time Brad got it for me. He's my double-hero.
In other news, I've decided to be a hillbilly when I grow up. I have recently developed an overwhelming desire to play the banjo. Somebody give me a banjo. Please? I'll love you forever if you do, and not even in a creepy way.
--Beware of 'work sucks' rant--
This next bit is mostly just me venting. I won't be offended if you don't read it.
Also, work sucked today. My boss is on vacation, so I'm unofficially in charge of the print department. I get no respect because I don't wear a tie to work (it'd get dirty). On Tuesday I had a salesman ask me if we had the printer availibility for a last minute rush job. He specifically wanted the Varios, of which we have two. I told him maybe one, but we have too much color coming in to give them both up (they're the only color printers we have). He came back later and said the job was cancelled. I was relieved. I found out Wednesday that about 5 minutes after I left, he came down with the job and tried to bully the new 2nd shift guys into doing what he wanted, saying he had promised the customer that we would devote both Varios and 3/4 of the other printers to it. I hate Fred. I love Ray. Ray is a hard-headed ass. He said no. But he did use one Vario, and that was why I was on the phone all night at the birthday dinner - he couldn't get it to work. Today Fred needed a reprint of that job. He stood there looking over my shoulder for an hour while I did it, constantly whining that we need it as soon as possible, even though it was the customer's data that was wrong, not anything we did. My boss and his boss are both gone, so I brought this up my boss's boss's boss (the president), who just said "moneymoneymoney." or something like that. He didn't care that Fred had been told we couldn't do it and prosmised the customer we would (causing the job to finish way late), or that Fred lied to my f-cking face to get me out of his way, or that he tried to manipulate the new employees to line his commission check. I hate our used car lot sales staff. Tomorrow I will tell my boss that if doesn't place someone OFFICIALLY in charge when he's gone and let everyone know about it, I will start to look for something else. I can't deal with this crap anymore. I don't like ultimata, but I can't think of anything else that might work. And this one should scare him sh-tless. Unfortunately, I would be the one officially in charge, which adds a whole new set of headaches, but someone has to do it or every time Joe goes away the account services department and the sales department will be trying to play puppet-master from their comfy offices to get their will done. Never mind that not a single one of them has ever worked in print shop before, so they have no clue what it takes. On the plus side: free bagels this morning!