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"It's not my fault!" Says the shipping/receiving guy about a shipping error he made that lost part of an order.
"Yes, it is your fault." Says my co-worker because it is in fact his fault, that's his entire fucking job. Shipping things to customers.
He immediately starts getting defensive and arguing. What a baby.
Newsflash: if you agree to come in to work from 6 am until 3 pm, and I agree to come in from 10 am until 7 pm, because we need extra time to get an absurdly last minute HUGE order done, you don't get to then bitch to our other coworker that I came in late (at the agreed upon 10 am) or that I'm not doing any work because I wasn't doing 3 goddamn peoples worth of work while you were both off at lunch and you happened to notice me take a few seconds to take a bite of candy and drink some water.
Almost like how just because you were too busy vacuuming the front half of the room (which you almost never do and whine about having to do so that our other coworker will instead) that you didn't see me vacuuming the back half the entire time you were vacuuming, doesn't mean I wasn't doing anything that whole time.
Seeing me getting a drink or looking over work orders doesn't mean I wasn't doing anything prior to that you whiny infant. But oh, you're allowed to take a half hour to chat with and see one of the designer's sisters wedding photos from last weekend, eh? You're allowed to sit there and watch Netflix on your phone while doing bare minimum busy work, eh? You're allowed to whine, bitch, and insult every other employee here behind their backs because they're not always perfect and can't control or predict when clients are going to be shitheads, eh?
If they ask me why I want to move to marketing from production, I'm going to tell them it's to escape you, honestly, and all your bullshit negativity.
We have to drill 1 inch holes in a board at work and we don't have a drill press so I just spent the last 15 minutes watching my boss with a handheld rechargeable battery pack drill and a newly purchased 1" drill bit attempting to drill a hole in a piece of plastic.
It was hilarious.
It didn't work.
We need a drill press or to get it pre-cut at the workshop that makes the plastic.
He's gonna bring in his cord drill from home next week instead.
I'm like... the only person at my work with a healthy fear of power tools, it's ridiculous.
I like how the pick-up drivers that get all the packages from my work keep coming earlier and earlier, despite us having a 4:30PM - 5PM scheduled pick-up window (they came at 3:30 today and have been between 3PM and 4PM since summer of last year).
And then, the most fun part, when we need to schedule an earlier pick-up time because we get out early for a holiday or whatever? "Your pick-up window is 4:30PM - 5PM. It'll be difficult to change the time."
Guy comes to fix one of our machines, the liquid laminator, and ends up having to take the whole thing apart to get the broken piece out. Comes back today with new piece, puts whole thing back together. Gleefully tells my boss "this is the first time I've ever done this, I learned from watching the repair guys, I'm not certified to do this, I only sell the liquid laminate itself!"
Me: makes two piles of signs for the same order because some get different finishing details added and I don't want to have to dig through the whole pile just to find like 5 signs
Me: also puts the work order, open to a page showing that these two piles go together, directly on top of both piles
Me: starts finishing the second pile
Coworker: moves the work order, moves one pile to the shipping table, tells the designer to come qc the order, gets confused and asks me where the rest of the order is when the designer says there are 25 signs missing
Me: looks into the middle distance like I'm on The Office
My morning thus far
Arrive at work, get a pile of 150 stickers dumped on me to trim, while my two coworkers work on the other 150. I also have to run the industrial flatbed.
Get promptly yelled at for not cutting as fast as the two people who are working on the same pile of stickers with no interruptions (like having to start a new print every 6 to 8 minutes).
Realize some of the files for an order didn't send (it happens when you send big groups of files, occasionally one or two gets skipped over). Make a note, tell my coworkers that I have to resend a few files when they ask how many are left.
Later, at the end of the run, go to computer to resend missing files. Flatbed stops printing. Immediately coworker starts whining about how I'm not running the flatbed efficiently, I'm messing with the computer, clearly I can't multitask.
Notice when resending the files that a whole bunch of big files error'd. Run over while the first files I went there for are resending, for two seconds, to tell the designer to resend those files. Return, coworkers are yelling at each other about who should run my side of production because I'm not multitasking fast enough for them (again, ignoring the fact that they aren't multitasking at all). Tell them to "calm the hell down for one second, I was telling (designer) that his files didn't send right!"
Nearly 20 minutes later after one coworker goes off for morning meeting where we get the list of all the stuff that has to ship today, he comes back and tells me "don't print that big order yet, (designer) has to resend the files." To which I respond "YES. I KNOW. I'M THE ONE WHO TOLD HIM TO. AND THEN I TOLD YOU THAT I TOLD HIM TO."
