Oh look a bunch of boring work shit
My day:
-Show up at work and my boss is marking out about something that he thinks is going to be a GIANT PROBLEM. I'm all "uhh...let me see if this is actually going to be a problem." Then I walk over to my press and see a complete clusterfuck of dumbasses standing around it trying to figure out what is the problem.
-Take several deep breaths and try to explain to them that what is happening is not a problem. Try to explain that pigment will smear on the paper if you FUCKING LICK THE GODDAMN PAPER. This does not mean that the converting line is not going to be able to use what we print.
-Completely wasted my breath.
-Walked away and let all the old men spin their wheels on it. It isn't as if any of them would actually, you know, fucking do anything about it if there was a problem.
-Ran my ass around the floor about a million times.
-Came home and sat for an hour and a half waiting for the UPS guy.
-Ordered a pizza.
-Got a call on my cell. A piece of equipment has been down and being worked on for the past two days. Today, the manufacturor called my employees and told them that the service contract on that piece of equipment is expired. There is a service contract sitting on my desk. D : Oh shit, I just cost the company thousands upon thousands of dollars.
-Ate an entire pizza.
-My PS3 comes home! Yay!
-Get back to work. Find out that I didn't actually fuck up that contract, I'm still golden on the one I was taking care of. Some asshole in KC fucked up this one.
-Fix that guys' fuck up. Make sure we are cool on the contract.
-Find out that quality wants to pull a job we just printed b/c the blue on it isn't dark enough. Cover our asses by pointing out that what we printed matched our color okay, and that there appears to be 4 different color okay versions. Quality eventually decided that it was okay since nothing else had to coordinate with that job.
-Try to find a qualty person to okay the job that is on press. Find out that there is only one quality guy in the plant. The one that doesn't answer calls, pages, or smoke signals. Ass.
-Tell my boss that the he was all up in my koolaid and didn't even know the flavor this morning. He is still marking out about some Super Bowl jobs we are going to run. I'm all "whatevs, we can handle this. no worries man." and he is all "thanks for being a cool cucumber, it makes me feel better."
-Finally leave work at 5 pm.
-Play with the dog. Play Little Big Planet.
-Get migraine. Light hurts, blinking hurts, looking at bright colors hurts.
And I wonder why I come home and feel worn out.
-Show up at work and my boss is marking out about something that he thinks is going to be a GIANT PROBLEM. I'm all "uhh...let me see if this is actually going to be a problem." Then I walk over to my press and see a complete clusterfuck of dumbasses standing around it trying to figure out what is the problem.
-Take several deep breaths and try to explain to them that what is happening is not a problem. Try to explain that pigment will smear on the paper if you FUCKING LICK THE GODDAMN PAPER. This does not mean that the converting line is not going to be able to use what we print.
-Completely wasted my breath.
-Walked away and let all the old men spin their wheels on it. It isn't as if any of them would actually, you know, fucking do anything about it if there was a problem.
-Ran my ass around the floor about a million times.
-Came home and sat for an hour and a half waiting for the UPS guy.
-Ordered a pizza.
-Got a call on my cell. A piece of equipment has been down and being worked on for the past two days. Today, the manufacturor called my employees and told them that the service contract on that piece of equipment is expired. There is a service contract sitting on my desk. D : Oh shit, I just cost the company thousands upon thousands of dollars.
-Ate an entire pizza.
-My PS3 comes home! Yay!
-Get back to work. Find out that I didn't actually fuck up that contract, I'm still golden on the one I was taking care of. Some asshole in KC fucked up this one.
-Fix that guys' fuck up. Make sure we are cool on the contract.
-Find out that quality wants to pull a job we just printed b/c the blue on it isn't dark enough. Cover our asses by pointing out that what we printed matched our color okay, and that there appears to be 4 different color okay versions. Quality eventually decided that it was okay since nothing else had to coordinate with that job.
-Try to find a qualty person to okay the job that is on press. Find out that there is only one quality guy in the plant. The one that doesn't answer calls, pages, or smoke signals. Ass.
-Tell my boss that the he was all up in my koolaid and didn't even know the flavor this morning. He is still marking out about some Super Bowl jobs we are going to run. I'm all "whatevs, we can handle this. no worries man." and he is all "thanks for being a cool cucumber, it makes me feel better."
-Finally leave work at 5 pm.
-Play with the dog. Play Little Big Planet.
-Get migraine. Light hurts, blinking hurts, looking at bright colors hurts.
And I wonder why I come home and feel worn out.