My Third (or First) Day
I kept my hands busy, which is basically what I was hoping for. Also nothing caught on fire. Well, some things did, but nothing that wasn't *supposed to* caught on fire.
I arrived to one of the other workers moving stuff out of my work area, saying "I'm going to take this bench because I need more space". Oh, shades of high school and angry bullies. While it was a little disconcerting (I'd just about got a handle on where all my tools were), he made a good case. He works with disassembled horn parts and I work with papers. One of us needs more room; the one who's not me. I got his old workspace, which is more centrally located and has better lighting, so I'll call it win-win. Especially because now I get to put the tools in places that I feel are "familiar".
At some point, I'm going to make an inventory of the place. I can feel it in my bones, because any business that contains a truckload of small moving parts and doesn't have an up-to-the-minute inventory control is asking for trouble. There's a system, but I might be able to make it better.
The cold makes the doorbell ring at random intervals. Since no one has a clear view of the door, someone always has to get up and look to verify that no one is there. This is silly.
The internet hosting company is a joke. I can't get a staff email yet because the account lists us as having -23 email accounts, with -5 available. Yes, those are negative numbers, so the computer is literal enough to not make a new account when we're already in "account debt". The humans on the other end are idiots, though, for ever allowing the number to ever fall into the negative.
I arrived to one of the other workers moving stuff out of my work area, saying "I'm going to take this bench because I need more space". Oh, shades of high school and angry bullies. While it was a little disconcerting (I'd just about got a handle on where all my tools were), he made a good case. He works with disassembled horn parts and I work with papers. One of us needs more room; the one who's not me. I got his old workspace, which is more centrally located and has better lighting, so I'll call it win-win. Especially because now I get to put the tools in places that I feel are "familiar".
At some point, I'm going to make an inventory of the place. I can feel it in my bones, because any business that contains a truckload of small moving parts and doesn't have an up-to-the-minute inventory control is asking for trouble. There's a system, but I might be able to make it better.
The cold makes the doorbell ring at random intervals. Since no one has a clear view of the door, someone always has to get up and look to verify that no one is there. This is silly.
The internet hosting company is a joke. I can't get a staff email yet because the account lists us as having -23 email accounts, with -5 available. Yes, those are negative numbers, so the computer is literal enough to not make a new account when we're already in "account debt". The humans on the other end are idiots, though, for ever allowing the number to ever fall into the negative.
At least you still have things you can do without an email address. It took a week for me to get mine (and keep in mind that to get my computer sign in I had to have email)so I couldn't do anything except look at databases.
ReplyDeleteGood luck!