Free pizza and fall-out

Today was...interesting. The hysterical bitch from Sunday evening apparently went apeshit Mondayish. She-Boss produced a copy of an e-mail the woman sent to Trendicrap corporate; according to She-Boss, I ought to have emailed her or He-Boss about the situation. However, I saw the e-mail she sent defending me, saying I was "at a lost" about what to do, but I've been coached in the event of future incidents. (Yes, this is the same gal who advocated "a round of applauds" a while back. *eyeroll*

He-Boss, on the other hand, rewarded me for Top Sales last week, go me! (I got a coupon for a paid 15-minute break.) My numbers are usually good, but that came as a surprise. So did V's gift for swapping with her on Sunday (She apparently heard about The Call From Hell)---she brought me a BIG bag of peanut M&Ms---dude, how did you know?!

The Infernal Nuisance gave us free pizza. I've not mentioned them, because strictly speaking, they aren't a product. They are a sales mechanism that offer a discount to our customers if they place their orders through the Infernal Nuisance system. What happens is, the customer places the order with I.N., who then places the order with us.

I don't understand how I.N. can afford to give the customers a discount, I don't know how we make money out of it, but I do know that I.N. doesn't always trasmit the orders to us. Sometimes, it's delayed, sometimes we flat-out don't get it at all---but of course, we're the ones the customers call. And I.N., substantial company though they may be, do not post a phone number on their site, and they haven't seen fit to give one to us peons.

Free pizza, therefore, is a welcome compensation for the infernal nuisance that they cause. I could've brought some home, but figured, it was sitting on a counter in the breakroom for at least 7 hours (they brought it in at the same time I took my first break), so I deferred. Had some at break and for lunch though, which means I can save that can of soup for another evening.

Instead of pelting home to watch Burning Zone, I hung around and watched the midnight show in the breakroom (sans pizza).

Now I'm home. And sleepy.

G'nite!

Free pizza and fall-out

Today was...interesting. The hysterical bitch from Sunday evening apparently went apeshit Mondayish. She-Boss produced a copy of an e-mail the woman sent to Trendicrap corporate; according to She-Boss, I ought to have emailed her or He-Boss about the situation. However, I saw the e-mail she sent defending me, saying I was "at a lost" about what to do, but I've been coached in the event of future incidents. (Yes, this is the same gal who advocated "a round of applauds" a while back. *eyeroll*

He-Boss, on the other hand, rewarded me for Top Sales last week, go me! (I got a coupon for a paid 15-minute break.) My numbers are usually good, but that came as a surprise. So did V's gift for swapping with her on Sunday (She apparently heard about The Call From Hell)---she brought me a BIG bag of peanut M&Ms---dude, how did you know?!

The Infernal Nuisance gave us free pizza. I've not mentioned them, because strictly speaking, they aren't a product. They are a sales mechanism that offer a discount to our customers if they place their orders through the Infernal Nuisance system. What happens is, the customer places the order with I.N., who then places the order with us.

I don't understand how I.N. can afford to give the customers a discount, I don't know how we make money out of it, but I do know that I.N. doesn't always trasmit the orders to us. Sometimes, it's delayed, sometimes we flat-out don't get it at all---but of course, we're the ones the customers call. And I.N., substantial company though they may be, do not post a phone number on their site, and they haven't seen fit to give one to us peons.

Free pizza, therefore, is a welcome compensation for the infernal nuisance that they cause. I could've brought some home, but figured, it was sitting on a counter in the breakroom for at least 7 hours (they brought it in at the same time I took my first break), so I deferred. Had some at break and for lunch though, which means I can save that can of soup for another evening.

Instead of pelting home to watch Burning Zone, I hung around and watched the midnight show in the breakroom (sans pizza).

Now I'm home. And sleepy.

G'nite!