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I knew one of us would do it.  And I knew it would happen in the next few months.  I just really wasn’t expecting it to happen today.  One of my coworkers (well we work in different departments but we’re in the same office at the same company.  I say office in a very general sense because there’s no such thing as offices in my company, it’s a big giant room where we all have work desks.  I digress.)

He walked out.  Flat-out, stone-cold, sent an e-mail at 9:30 in the morning to 3 people that he chatted with and/or were somewhat friendly with, that was forwarded to me at around 10 in the morning, and at around 11am he had his jacket on, bag packed, and walked out the door.

I missed the e-mail that was forwarded to me so I wasn’t particularly sure what on earth was going on.  But some time between me receiving the e-mail and him walking out those doors there was a whole lot of talking to the HR person, who I find to be bloody annoying anyways and I don’t know how he could even talk to her for the amount of time that he did.

And I was confused.

Then I printed out and read the e-mail.

Oh. My. God.

It’s about the person I wrote about in the previous entry, she’s got a large part in this story.  And I feel the urge to share it with the world.

We get shipped containers full of product.  And there’s a maximum weight we are allowed to have in these containers.  And there’s a maximum weight you can declare are within said containers.  That’s fine and dandy.  Well one of our suppliers sent us containers, and sent too much, or declared too much, and the shipping company charged us for the containers being overweight, and since we’ve told them how much to ship/declare, we would rightfully ask for the money to come out of our suppliers pockets.

Well one company did just that.  They over-shipped, and we were charged, and we told them to cough up the dough.  Well my former coworker apparently pointed out the problem shipment, found out how much we were being charged extra, which was then taken to the supplier.  Then he pointed out some other weights that were over, but said nothing more.  I have a feeling if I were looking into this, I would have looked at the shipment and the invoice from the shipment, and seen if there were any over-charges that needed to be discussed with the suppliers.

Well my annoying coworker who worked with my former coworker, took it upon herself to just go direct to the supplier and demand cash from them, saying “Hey, we’re being charged extra because you screwed the shipment.  Pay up.”  WITHOUT SEEING IF WE WERE BEING CHARGED EXTRA.  Logic dictates that you should… you know… check first.

Well.  This got to the boss-man.  The boss-man who then told annoying co-worker that she now needs permission to sneeze (not literally, but needs permission to ask for money from suppliers since she screwed up and went ahead when she shouldn’t have) and said how double-checking one’s work is a good idea to not make the company look bad.  Then annoying co-worker decided to blame former co-worker, by saying “Hey, he pointed out that these shipments were over. He never said we weren’t getting charged so I assumed we were.  He should have told me we weren’t getting charged even though they were over.  So I blame it all on him because it’s all his fault because he should have told me and because he didn’t tell me I now accidentally made the company look bad because he should have told me. ”

To which Mr. Boss-man then sent an e-mail to the both of them going “Yes, check your work.  And (former co-worker), see what happens when you miscommunicate?  Please make sure that everything you say from now on is clear as mud and the dumbest person in the world would understand you.”

To which 3 other coworkers whom I know and talk to on a frequent to infrequent basis received an e-mail with all of the prior e-mails… and his comments basically saying “It’s been fun, but I’ve had it here.  Good bye & good luck.”  Which was then forwarded to me.

Oh. My. God.

There’s sharing blame, there’s assigning blame.  And there’s this.  This… was fantastic in it’s execution.

The end result is she’s obviously grumpy because they shared the workload and now she will likely have to do more of the work.  Not to mention I’m sure rumours are now flying high and fast as to why former co-worker walked out so suddenly, and will not be returning.  And I’m pretty certain everyone will know it’s her fault.  It was bloody hilarious when me and another coworker who received that e-mail were in the lunch room and then she walked in.  We shut up so she knew we were talking about her.  And she called her “hubby” to whinge and moan while trying to not give out details because we were in the room, and finally stormed off I’m guessing because we were talking and weren’t leaving any time soon.

Then she had what felt like an hour long conversation with the HR lady.  Whom I still can’t stand, and kudos to her for even sticking up for that long because I swear I do not have the patience of a saint and can barely stand 5 minutes with that woman.

Crazyness.

I know the company tracks and reads all of our e-mails so I dare not forward the e-mail to myself on a personal account.  I have it exported to an HTML document and am planning on syphoning it onto a flash drive tomorrow.

Then it’s CTRL C/V time.  The actual messages are much more entertaining than my summaries.

Dude, I know you have my website.  I’ll definitely miss you.  And I can’t wait to follow in your footsteps.

From the mouths of work-related alcoholics.

Now this person isn’t particularly an alcoholic, but I sometimes sure think they are.  There’s one thing that’s just having a good time and there’s another with a need for booze in order to have a good time.

Case in point.  The work Christmas party.  It was held at a fancy-shmancy golf & country club type place that was way up there on the “ooh that’s fancy” list of places.  I know this because my friend who I invited as my second half, told his parents the locale and was told “Wow, that place is good.  Someone had their wedding reception there” where the “someone” was a person who is always showing off the amount of money they have by picking the most outrageously and ridiculously overpriced places for all of their endevours.

And our company was holding drink tickets for those who wanted to drink alcohol.

And while I admit that the whole idea of drink tickets were somewhat annoying when it came to the fact that we had been given a grand total of one drink ticket each and every time we wanted more we had to ask and were again given one every time, there’s a certain method to their madness.  I’m sure it was in the company’s best interest to not have an open bar considering we were way out in the boonies and it was quite obvious everyone was driving home at the end of the night.  I mean, I would have preferred if we were at least in the beginning given two or three each then started monitoring from there (Especially since dinner actually took somewhere in the neighbourhood of like…. 3 hours to complete AT LEAST.)  but there was a reason for it.

But this person did nothing but complain about it.  Saying how the company was cheap this, and was cheap that.  And yes I agree I felt silly asking, but they don’t want us driving home drunk.  It’s a party.  They needed to watch out for us who may or may not be watching out for ourselves.

Case in point.  The company food drive competition.  This was something the “social committee” brought up we should do something to help “our community” (the city we live in) and we thought a food drive would be a nice easy idea.  And I had thought up the brilliant plan that we should do it like a little competition, to see who, the warehouse staff or the office staff, could raise the most food donations, and the “winners” would receive a prize of some sort.  And seeing as how lots of us are into work really early in the morning, at the time I suggested maybe morning coffee and donuts would be a nice little prize.  Of course we’re all talking about the meeting in the lunch/break room.  And I had mentioned this saying “Yea we were thinking maybe lunch, or maybe coffee and donuts for the winner of who raises the most food.”

And wouldn’t you know it.  She butts in with “How are they so cheap? How about some nice wine or something for the winning group??”  Wine?  To celebrate raising food for the needy?  I saw three flaws in this suggestion the moment it was uttered from the respondent’s lips.  First of all, why would we be celebrating with wine AT WORK when we should be clear-headed, sober, and WORKING?  Second, there’s a good 20+ people working in the office, and equally if not a few more who work in the warehouse.  You expect the company to foot the bill for wine for 20-30 people for raising food for a food drive?  Thirdly, WINE?!? for a Food Drive?!? Does that make sense to ANYONE?!??  I mean, we ended up going for pizza lunches and coffee & donuts (and for simplicity’s sake, we’re actually JUST doing pizza lunches, heh)  But that’s something more people can share in.  People can eat pizza unless they’re allergic or not into eating cheese or bread.  But perhaps there’s a contingent of people who don’t drink.  I don’t know, I just found that to be a pretty stupid suggestion.

Case in point.  The pending company BBQ’s.  Now last year there were a few BBQs that were held.  And rumours were being passed around that there may or may not have been beer supplied at these events.  From what I gathered, at the first BBQ the company did supply a case or two of beer which everyone shared and rejoiced in to one extent or another.  Then for the second BBQ the beer was purchased by the warehouse staff and brought in, independent of the non-supply of beer by the company.

Well while discussing the events of what will happen this summer for the company BBQ’s, it was mentioned that last year there may have been beer supplied to the company, but for this year it is a very likely situation that beer will not be supplied.

And the little miss decided to go off, once again.  “How can the company be so cheap?” was one comment, along with “It’s not like I can’t afford my own beer.  I don’t have to stick around work to get plastered” as well as the comment of “I value my drivers license more than a few beers, I won’t be stupid.”  Which I keep thinking remind me of lots of arguments alcoholics have on a regular basis.  “Oh I’m not as think as you drunk I am!”

Well, it’s very good that you don’t need to stick around work to get plastered, and you can afford your own beer to get plastered at the comfort of your own home, and you value your drivers license more than a few beers that may be offered at a company picnic.  Fact of the matter is, at the first BBQ, there were people who drank, and probably drank slightly more than they should have, and then drove home.  And while everyone was safe, if someone should have gotten into any sort of accident, and cops find that they had been drinking, and been drinking at a work-sanctioned event, and been allowed to drive home after having alcohol… the company is liable.   And besides, they’re already supplying burgers, hotdogs, steaks, chicken bits, buns, condiments, soft drinks… is it so horrible to not have alcohol at this event?  Or at any event?

I’m convinced this person is a closet-high-functioning alcoholic.  Because everything, with regards to every event, seemingly must have alcohol, and large quantities of alcohol, if she is to enjoy herself, and the lack of alcohol would equal the lack of being able to enjoy oneself at an event.  Crazy thoughts.

Wow, when I rant, I sure do rant.

throwing up can be

The one thing I’ll never understand is how come numbers don’t mean a damn thing at my work place.  Alright, here’s the senario that got me into trouble on Friday. and I’m still reeling from trying to figure out what on earth could happen.

When something on the computer says it is in short supply, we make sure we have it in the warehouse through an e-mail to the controller guy and he will get the warehouse workers to go check it out and report back with a physical count.  And the physical count will be reported to the heads of the company who can adjust the computer inventory and at the same time we can tell our customers yay or nay with regards to their order.

Now if on Tuesday the customer wants 98 boxes of material where it’s debateable whether or not we have 98 boxes of material, my coworker went and had a physical check done on the particular product.  It was returned that we had 100 boxes of said material.  So okay, she puts her order through for 98 boxes of material.  All is good.

On Friday I am told to check the quantity of said material.  So I remembered the stock check earlier in the week.  I looked at the e-mail saying we had two boxes of material remaining from the purchase on Tuesday.  I looked at the last time someone purchased said material, and they were the last to order.  So considering on Tuesday someone did a physical check and said “We have 100 boxes of material” and the co-worker said “I’m taking 98 boxes of material” and no one else has purchased material since, would logic not dictate that there are still 2 boxes of material somewhere in the warehouse?

Apparently not.  Apparently after the physical stock check and push of order through, the 100 boxes of material somehow only became like 95 boxes of material.  And all 95 boxes of material were shipped to the customer who ordered first, leaving zero boxes of material left.  Who knows.  Either way, no one tells us these things because… well again, that would just be logical.

So I’m getting in trouble for following procedure.  Stock checks take a long time to do, is time consuming in general, and if we already had one done, you would assume the workers in the warehouse are able to count the first time around.  So either we have gremlins eating away our products between the few hours of having a stock-check done and having the order pushed through, and there’s a virus going around of stupidity where no one informs anyone else of anything because it would be the smart thing to do.

It’s a case of damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

Stay tuned.  Lots of venom being vented through the online world these days.