The Boss's Bitch
Went to work yesterday - dreading it, but thanking god that it would be a nice, easy Wednesday. I couldn't have been more wrong.
We were missing 3 people: the boss's daughter had a doctor appt. in Boston, and her mom and fiancee had to go with her. I am barely in the door when Dan asks me to run and get the mail. So I do, and I'm barely back inside when he tells me I have to enter a bunch of invoices. Of course, said invoices have no codes and no prices, and I spend a lot of wasted time waiting to get them.
After that, it's on to doing faxes, which takes forever, so I've already missed doing all my morning calls.
In the middle of the afternoon, I take a call from a VT State Police officer, informing me that he's stopped one of our trucks for being unregistered. All hell breaks loose, and I am frantically calling the VT DMV and going on their website to see if we can get the truck registered and back to the plant. No dice. So, at 4:00 (an hour before I'm supposed to leave), Dan decides to send me to the Springfield DMV office (a 1/2 hour away) to get some registration forms. When I get back, he tells me that we have to print & check the picking tickets - AFTER he prints out all the masters. At 5:30, I call Dave & tell him that I'll be home around 6. Well, I didn't get home until 6:15-6:20.
This wouldn't have been so bad if:
---I had gotten all the day's work done, and
---If today wasn't always just another day in hell, and
---If I didn't have to work on my day off tomorrow - again.
The thing about Fridays is that Dan says we're gonna get all this work done, and it never happens. I can get a ride in to work, but last Friday I almost didn't make it home.
"I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours."
---Hunter S. Thompson
We were missing 3 people: the boss's daughter had a doctor appt. in Boston, and her mom and fiancee had to go with her. I am barely in the door when Dan asks me to run and get the mail. So I do, and I'm barely back inside when he tells me I have to enter a bunch of invoices. Of course, said invoices have no codes and no prices, and I spend a lot of wasted time waiting to get them.
After that, it's on to doing faxes, which takes forever, so I've already missed doing all my morning calls.
In the middle of the afternoon, I take a call from a VT State Police officer, informing me that he's stopped one of our trucks for being unregistered. All hell breaks loose, and I am frantically calling the VT DMV and going on their website to see if we can get the truck registered and back to the plant. No dice. So, at 4:00 (an hour before I'm supposed to leave), Dan decides to send me to the Springfield DMV office (a 1/2 hour away) to get some registration forms. When I get back, he tells me that we have to print & check the picking tickets - AFTER he prints out all the masters. At 5:30, I call Dave & tell him that I'll be home around 6. Well, I didn't get home until 6:15-6:20.
This wouldn't have been so bad if:
---I had gotten all the day's work done, and
---If today wasn't always just another day in hell, and
---If I didn't have to work on my day off tomorrow - again.
The thing about Fridays is that Dan says we're gonna get all this work done, and it never happens. I can get a ride in to work, but last Friday I almost didn't make it home.
"I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours."
---Hunter S. Thompson