Well, the woman who is cross-training me to do someone else’s work while he is away on vacation is quite good and patient. Of course, she is also a micro-manager. What is really a VERY simple task is made incredibly SLOW.
For one, it’s the system. Scanning the checks ONE by ONE or a few a time is like being my own lockbox processor, only I’m not working in the bank. Second, the accounting systems is not keyboard friendly. It’s safer using the mouse by pointing and clicking, which tires out the dominant hand.
Third, what two other collectors are doing, I’m trying to cover, too. It’s redundant. It’s wasting my time but earning me an hourly wage that will hopefully pay down some upcoming car repair. If it weren’t for the Mercedes E430, I wouldn’t have made the trip up to Union City, CA.
Plus, the old fart kept coughing in my airspace and into her sleeve as per Obama and his health czar. If I were Barry and pals, I’d come on over to this place. My work station is full of filth! Dust is everywhere!
She kept saying: `I hope you don’t catch my cold`. Yeah, right. It’s probably SARS where you come from. Bam! I had DC’s zapper buzzing in my pocket the whole time. Maybe she can’t take my smell, too. Brouhaha!
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