A Little Epiphany - (and a newbie delurking)

[Dia]

Musings on the concept of "Already Dead"

Not with H but in work situations.

I am watching my company batter itself to pieces against the brick wall of a deadline that we already missed about 3 hours ago. Understand that the deadline is not until sometime between 4 and 9 pm tonight, depending on which Fed Ex facility we are trying to make, but we missed it a few hours ago. And despite being the least senior and newest hire on the team, I know precisely when we lost all hope of meeting this deadline. It was when my VP bailed out of a call with me to take a call from a customer.

See, here I am at several minutes past 2 sitting at my computer while the VP counts inventory in his garage. We can't tell the printer how many thingummies we need printed until after said inventory process, and I have to stop at someone's house before the printer to pick up the masters. Then to the printer to stand there while they run our stuff, and not even then to Fed Ex. Nay, then to the VPs house to collect the garage inventory, and I've even left out one or two intermediate stops.

Me, I am sane (being already dead). I will go where I'm told and do what I'm told but since nothing in my power can change the fact that we've abused the proverbial pooch, I'm pretty well stress-free save for a touch of irk-ed-ness over the fact that this will be a 12 hour day when it doesn't have to be.

I am the only calm person in the company at present. The rest of the folks have not accepted their dead-ness yet.

And forgive me the vent - but what is it with accountants? The VP and I are looking at an inventory list trying to decide how much of it to ship. The list says things like:

201 X flyer
400 Y brochure
32 Z flyer

We sent it back with annotations saying either ALL or HALF next to each item. To us, this is a time saver because we knew if we told her '100 X flyer' that she would count out 100 individual flyers before boxing them when really all we need is for her to stuff about half in a box.

You know what she did, right?

She called me to gripe that I needed to tell her "100" instead of 'half'.

Gotta run!