I'm melting.......
It's raining. Again. It's rained for the last four weeks. I swear, Seattle must be drier than this. I'm in early doing the numbers for the Thursday Morning Meeting of Doom (two weeks worth, since I missed last week due to lobster induced trauma) and our numbers are in the toilet. We shipped two skids yesterday and that was our first outgoing order in two weeks. Normally we ship 2-6 skids per week. We've been working the phones following up with customers and trying to get new business but pretty much the whole state is dead. Where it hasn't rained for the past month it's so hot that no one has any business. We were very fortunate last summer that we never had to deal with this kind of die off (our sales actually increased every month) but this summer is starting hard.
Fucking shit- Mr. zet just called. He's supposed on his way here but the dumpster company just called from the field. The gates are wide open and the driver can't find the locks or cables. Either this means one of the fucktards left the gates open (but then why wouldn't the locks be draped over fence where we usually keep them?) or.... we've been broken into. On top of that we're supposed to be open at 9 today. That means the manager is supposed to be there at 8:30 and he's obviously not- it's 8:40 now. He's not answering his cell either which makes me think he still home in bed.
We (finally!) got theft insurance on the pro shop we've got out there but I still worry about it. The last time we were robbed they didn't take too much but did a couple thousand dollars worth of damage to the building. We got our stuff back but couldn't file for damages because they charged the guy with possesion of stolen property instead of the actual theft. About a year before that our entire place was razed. Someone broke the gates with a truck and ran down our covered staging area, picnic tables, benches, netting... everything. It looked like a tornado came through- not one single thing was still in one piece. That was heartbreaking because Mr. zet had built everything out there himself. We still have no idea who did it or why but it's another reason my heart beats funny when we get an alarm call or something like this happens.
Arrrrrrrrrrgh.
Fucking shit- Mr. zet just called. He's supposed on his way here but the dumpster company just called from the field. The gates are wide open and the driver can't find the locks or cables. Either this means one of the fucktards left the gates open (but then why wouldn't the locks be draped over fence where we usually keep them?) or.... we've been broken into. On top of that we're supposed to be open at 9 today. That means the manager is supposed to be there at 8:30 and he's obviously not- it's 8:40 now. He's not answering his cell either which makes me think he still home in bed.
We (finally!) got theft insurance on the pro shop we've got out there but I still worry about it. The last time we were robbed they didn't take too much but did a couple thousand dollars worth of damage to the building. We got our stuff back but couldn't file for damages because they charged the guy with possesion of stolen property instead of the actual theft. About a year before that our entire place was razed. Someone broke the gates with a truck and ran down our covered staging area, picnic tables, benches, netting... everything. It looked like a tornado came through- not one single thing was still in one piece. That was heartbreaking because Mr. zet had built everything out there himself. We still have no idea who did it or why but it's another reason my heart beats funny when we get an alarm call or something like this happens.
Arrrrrrrrrrgh.