
Work at the ham place is alright. I don't want to go in the mornings, but that's because I'd rather be sleeping while it's still dark outside. Who wouldn't rather be sleeping, though? But once I get there, the first few hours aren't that bad. It's when my crazy coworkers get there that things start to go downhill...
See, I think I'm fairly proficient at auditing the thousands of dollars of orders that pass through our department each day. I can probably process anywhere between $7,000 and $10,000 worth of orders in an hour (note to self: keep tally of orders tomorrow at work!), but I work with some CHATTY SLOWPOKES who process 1/10 that much in the same amount of time. It's very frustrating, because we have to check each order twice, and consistently there are mistakes in the orders processed by the slowpokes. Yes, that's what the double-check is for, but dude. It's not that hard to make sure that "Christmas" and "Thanksgiving" and "Season's" are all spelled correctly. Seriously. Sometimes I wish we had three fewer people in the department just so we wouldn't have to deal with them. *sigh*
Anyway, it's time to hit the road, jack. But I'll come back in a few hours. Quit tryin' to get rid of me!!
2 comments:
If you're desperate enough to drive to Chicago, you're welcome at my Goblet of Fire party.
When I see you title, I can only think of the name Juerg. Funny. :-)
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