Today, I’ve informed and thanked my personal jester via the Instant Messenger at work that “the much-needed/temporary “relief” for cash receipt applications allows me to process customer service/analysis via emails, phone calls, etc.”
I need to be more clear in my words and as such will have to follow-up with the fact that I’d own this process. But it’s already so smooth that the process doesn’t need to be changed. It’s the workload is too much and the PUSHBACK on other processes is affecting everyone.
In a wide-eyed panic, Philip announced loudly that he needed money almost immediately after Gilberto delivered the mail this afternoon. I don’t know what is the big deal. I can meet deadlines. It’s just I don’t want that excitable man to be dead from a heart attack. He paced up and down, obviously agitated. Freak, relax!
Philip didn’t like me to laugh out or chuckle evilly because he suggested that he change the check deposit process by scanning the checks to the bank BEFORE recording into the Elite production. He wanted to get the funds into the bank because I told him that I only have one and a half hour before I leave that place of crap. I really know how to upset him. Haha!
He’d be wise NOT to mess around with the likes of my bloodline. Towards the end of the batch I started singing and yawning. It’s not like it’s necessary to panic around moi.
The point in this exercise is to amuse the Evil Kitty. She will not be rebuked or annoyed by her underlings. Y’all know that I’m a RECORDS CLERK. And the power is mine, not yours, you sniveling racket heads, with larger paychecks. So back off! Or I’ll have TPTB and pals give y’all a difficult time – FOREVER!
Anyway, it’s time for dinner and Dad is taking a freaking long time.
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