T.J.T.A.M.B./M.O.

Four days of Mandatory Overtime so far at The Job That Ate My Brain...my body knows I've already had a 40 hour week---I actually slept for seven hours last night. (My recent average has been more like 5-6.) Yesterday was abyssmal. We're out of everything, or so it seems, and everyone who's already placed an order wants to know where it is, or wants a credit.

On the plus side, I'm navigating multiple programs with a faculty that I wouldn't have thought possible a week or so ago. It's gotten to where I've started looking up items in warehouse inventory BEFORE I place the order, because otherwise, they'll just get an e-mail notice saying the order has cancelled because it's out of stock. If the link in the main program is messed up, I can go into the backup for the tracking number to find out when the shipper claims they delivered the order. (Sending something? Ask the sender to put "signature required" on it, so it won't just get dumped on the doorstep for your neighbors to pilfer.)

On the other hand, I did have one heart-warming example of how nice people can be: a lady called me and said she'd gotten someone else's order. (Naturally, I thought she meant the warehouse got the order wrong, and my heart sank at the thought of more transactions.) No, her order was there in the box, and so was someone else's. AND the shipping address ON the mailing label, so I was able to pull up the other person's info and note the account. The gal who received it, as I was talking to her, was pulling off her postage label and getting ready to put our label on it and send it to the correct recipient and joking that she'd better get her presents wrapped, since she wouldn't have the box to hide it in. She was a very classy lady, and I hope she has a terrific Christmas. Honesty should be rewarded.

According to her, one of the items in both orders was the same style shirt in a different color/size, so apparently, someone at the warehouse got distracted while pulling items and threw it all in the same box. (Good think the paperwork got in there, and that it went to someone with a sense of principle.) I can safely say that, as stressful as my job is, I'm really glad that I'm not working in one of our warehouses. I don't know---or care---how much they're making, it can't be enough. I know how many orders we're placing; they must be completely swamped. Heck, they've probably gotten to the point where they're laughing hysterically and saying, "It's all sold out---can we go home?"

All *I* want for Christmas is...well, let's just say it's one of a kind and isn't available in stores. It doesn't have to be gift-wrapped---in fact, completely naked would be preferable!---doesn't need batteries, and the only accessories required are a jumbo box of condoms and a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce.

Okay, I'm smiling now. Time to go get ready for work.

T.J.T.A.M.B./M.O.

Four days of Mandatory Overtime so far at The Job That Ate My Brain...my body knows I've already had a 40 hour week---I actually slept for seven hours last night. (My recent average has been more like 5-6.) Yesterday was abyssmal. We're out of everything, or so it seems, and everyone who's already placed an order wants to know where it is, or wants a credit.

On the plus side, I'm navigating multiple programs with a faculty that I wouldn't have thought possible a week or so ago. It's gotten to where I've started looking up items in warehouse inventory BEFORE I place the order, because otherwise, they'll just get an e-mail notice saying the order has cancelled because it's out of stock. If the link in the main program is messed up, I can go into the backup for the tracking number to find out when the shipper claims they delivered the order. (Sending something? Ask the sender to put "signature required" on it, so it won't just get dumped on the doorstep for your neighbors to pilfer.)

On the other hand, I did have one heart-warming example of how nice people can be: a lady called me and said she'd gotten someone else's order. (Naturally, I thought she meant the warehouse got the order wrong, and my heart sank at the thought of more transactions.) No, her order was there in the box, and so was someone else's. AND the shipping address ON the mailing label, so I was able to pull up the other person's info and note the account. The gal who received it, as I was talking to her, was pulling off her postage label and getting ready to put our label on it and send it to the correct recipient and joking that she'd better get her presents wrapped, since she wouldn't have the box to hide it in. She was a very classy lady, and I hope she has a terrific Christmas. Honesty should be rewarded.

According to her, one of the items in both orders was the same style shirt in a different color/size, so apparently, someone at the warehouse got distracted while pulling items and threw it all in the same box. (Good think the paperwork got in there, and that it went to someone with a sense of principle.) I can safely say that, as stressful as my job is, I'm really glad that I'm not working in one of our warehouses. I don't know---or care---how much they're making, it can't be enough. I know how many orders we're placing; they must be completely swamped. Heck, they've probably gotten to the point where they're laughing hysterically and saying, "It's all sold out---can we go home?"

All *I* want for Christmas is...well, let's just say it's one of a kind and isn't available in stores. It doesn't have to be gift-wrapped---in fact, completely naked would be preferable!---doesn't need batteries, and the only accessories required are a jumbo box of condoms and a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce.

Okay, I'm smiling now. Time to go get ready for work.