*stumbles out of bed* Braaaaaaaains...
Seriously. How is it that I feel more exhausted in the morning when I'm just getting in to work than when I'm within an hour of getting out of work? In theory, it's got something to do with me listening to music and using the beats and rhythms from that to infuse my sadly mortal body with the temporary manic energy that will actually see me safely home whereupon I can collapse, but... yeah. Ugh.
Still hate the new system. Oh, sure, it's pretty -- but it's still bug-ridden, still takes far too long to actually process orders through, and still is a pain in the ass. If we were actually using it the way the procedure says we're supposed to we'd never get anything done and we'd be even further in the deep hole of order flow that we're desperately trying to claw our way out of. Also, the new orders take way too fucking long to sort -- two pages, stapled together, is quite unwieldy by comparison (and takes up a HELL of a lot more room in a manila folder) to the one sheet of yellow paper we had with the Fedex BOL tags stuck to it.
So. Grab quick breakfast, then in at 8 to try and finish sorting the three hundred or so orders we hammered through yesterday before this morning's order flow really starts. My co-worker who normally closes has tickets to a Bruins game, lucky bastard, so I'm covering both early AND late. If it keeps up like this, I don't know how the hell they expect me to process returns and all the other duties I had with the old system -- because with the new system, there's NO FUCKING TIME to do it because you hit the buttons on the web page and then have to sit there for thirty seconds to a minute while it chews on the info.
This is not a state of affairs I see improving in any meaningful sense with "more proficiency with the system", despite what the suits want to claim. I've got my fucking proficiency. THE SYSTEM IS STILL SLOW AND STILL SUCKS.
Oh, and I have to work Saturday because we're still trying to catch up because THE SYSTEM IS FUCKING SLOW.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH. *headdesk* Braaaaaaaaaains.
On the plus side, I've still got a job.
On the minus side, this job may be driving me to drink. Times like this, I miss my old stress icon. Where is it... aha. *grin*