Month: March 2015

Yeah, so today is better. Rosemary said, we were worried about you. I wheeled into the office around 0750 am.

What had happened yesterday was another senior citizen moment. Besides forgetting my water bottle in the locked Maverick meeting room, I also forgot what time to clock out!

Yesterday, I already logged out of the computer and had my belongings on hand when I recalled that I was suppose to leave at 1630, because I came in around 0750.

So I’ll be honest and say, my brain farted again. This won’t be the first time, eh. I already have three areas of forgetfulness. The freedom from emptiness is everlasting!

So the workload is better. But in finding that I still have to print hard copies and as backup to these incoming payments for credit cards, EFT, and WIRE.

Philip made a good point/subtly suggested that multiple batches for EFT and WIRE are not presentable. But he did mention my thoughts that the money already hit the bank.

But because the stupid international orders can’t be released without first applying and/or closing the invoices, the goal is to have those things posted daily.

Yeah right. I held up one week’s worth to “test” their process and to find out if they can “work around” any potential delays in cash receipts. You know, I case I’m not around, etc. Sheesh!

I know y’all, especially you Philip, are reading my informal “audit tests” in this blog. Your knowledge-based stuff is VERY impressive and I thank you for sharing the “standards” on operating procedures, such as having the printed on time date stamp on the “right footer” and path of the file on the “left footer” of our Excel spreadsheets.

It’s time to go back to work. Hopefully, I can process more returns via credit cards and maybe those God-damed live checks. Sheesh!

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Facepalm time!

So the four of us had a quick meeting in the Maverick room. I’ve learned a lot from a Philip, my favorite tongue-flicking, reptiloid.

We got lost finding him in the other conference room. He goes so fast, impatient if he leaves people in the wake. I had moved from one side of the wall to where the other two were seated.

The old dark grayish fart joked twice something about winning the lottery and something about buying Kauai.

I was taking notes and unsuccessfully tried to curl into a ball. I closed my eyes tight, grinned my teeth into a smile, and pinched my nasal bridge with my right fingers.

I was totally embarrassed! I told y’all! He’s a freaking spook! Logistics and strategy. There’s something about him I can’t explain. Again, something familiar! But, I don’t know what!

The place was freaking stuffy because I came back from my mid-morning break. So I took my cream, ribbed sweater off. Of course, I was glad to wear my green (a la reptilian coloured) camp shirt. He seemed to look into my direction and I wondered what he was thinking. I liked to tease guys. Hehe! My right forearm veins were popping out.

After the meeting, he said something about stabbing him in the eye. Y’all see folks, it’s his freedom of speech. Only in America. These reptilians are noted for harsh language and violent sarcasm. But I love them for being damn brutes, nonetheless.

I was walking fast and slightly behind Laurie who let out her coughs as if she doesn’t want be to be closing in on her. The freak thinks I’m a Cinch, too. Rosemary took the left aisle.

I forgot my plastic bottled water. I sent an IM to Philip but nothing happened after one minute. So my poor water bottle is alone in the dark. It’s the second time I forgot that sucker. That should trigger these fools of my early dementia.

Afterwards he showed us the filing for the EFT and WIRE. Laurie was being silent. Rosemary didn’t like new stuff but has been around four to five years and knows stuff.

Philip is showing us the correct way of doing things from review and approve to four steps process and that’s more than appreciated, it’s necessary.

Then I got the NEW dump of invoicing through Ariba. He kinda/sorta looks into Rosemary’s desk first. But the old fart didn’t want to take anymore crap.

So old Philip walks to my desk, shows Ty’s email dated 3/11/15, and hands me the page. I showed Philip Jackie’s SOP that she created on the fly, which is moi, of course.

I told old Philip that I’ll take care of it. Because he knew I didn’t mind and could do it. When Rosemary and I did a walk through together at her desk last month, it was freaking easy!

But if I mess up it’s because I always do! Bahaha! My bad!

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Choir rehearsal went well. Chuck and Ching were present. New two people girls showed up. One old woman sat in the back of the altos section and one girl sat up front behind the organist.

Now Mutha Fucka is rebuking be again, stating that I’m not a nice person for not yucking it up with the other choir members snd that they don’t bother talking with me because I look mean and nasty.

On the contrary you God-damned, blubbering bitch! I’m hard of hearing, remember? Socializing is next to impossible when freaking yappers like you keep shooting your mouths off.

I don’t play nice, period. It’s stupid among crazy people. I’m faking my smile as co-workers wave, smile, and greet me. Everyone can be dead.

I’ll sing your funeral dirges and unholy requiems anytime. “Wishing y’all well to hell! Can’t  y’all tell your smell burns to hell?” Hell!

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I figured out how to heat and eat my lunch fast. Instead, of using my own water at home to microwave, I use the company’s hot water from one of two stand alone dispensers.

In five minutes, my Nutrisystem o’cup is warmed. By ten minutes, I’m done eating. In fifteen minutes, I’ve finished brushing my teeth and using the toilet.

Instead of taking my usual thirty minutes lunch and since the weather is bright but cool enough, I’ll take a one hour lunch.

Jackie came in with her new baby boy, Aiden, I think. The girls hovered around her. Ty didn’t bother getting up as he continued on the phones. Rosemary and Paulann were yucking it up.

At 1150, the moment I briefly greeted Jackie, they conveniently (thankfully) dispersed with Laura saying aloud don’t touch him with your cooties near my air space.

Crazy bitch has a butch hair cut that’s totally black. So I don’t know what’s her problem. The old fart wears tight clothes and nasty showing up yuck.

At 1220, a nice moustache whitish guy with that country look walks past me. I’m gonna miss Philip if he ever leaves. I really don’t think I fit in this place either.

Rosemary plays it safe and says she doesn’t know about that I referenced the Elite batch number for the bank batches. Funny dingbat.

Ty totally hates my guts after I bumped him off. Laurie is new. She’s playing it safe too. Yeah, it’s not going go be the same. So I’m ready to go away when Jackie comes back.

Madame COO once rolled her eyeballs in reference to Laura’s customer service screen. So I could see that the workers are just making up their own crap and NOT listening to her, Philip or me.

That’s the problem with change. Stupid, crazy, stubborn people don’t like any improvement to that status quo process.

I’m sick of this place and just tired of working, period. I missed being at home and not stressing out.

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