Charges are written inside of file as we dont have credit please ask to forward payment. Can you please ask (Number inside of file) to let us have delivery notification / invoice.
Shipment due in around 30/01/09 is arranging customs / delivering Bill of Lading. The middle file on my desk is all the Shipments. Indeed, on closer inspection, the innocuously titled 'SANTA' e-mail, sent on Christmas Eve, is actually a lengthy missive of instructions from The Boss, which she has sat and typed to me while we were in the office together on Christmas Eve, and I now paste for your perusal : There is one titled "SANTA", but I assumed this was just some sort of Christmas-spam-bollocks-wank of the type that The Boss loves to forward, you know, the sort of e-mail that goes around in Comic Sans and tells you to spread the joy and goodwill or else your knob will fall off, so I sez : "I can't see anything from you except some 'Santa' e-mail?" Here's me, looking through my e-mail, and I can't see anything that seems to be instructions from The Boss. We were both sitting here on Christmas Eve and The Boss at some stage that day e-mails me about something she'll need done on 30th December I mean, apart from the obvious 'why didn't you just do it yourself, instead of e-mailing me?' there's also the fucking crazy notion of e-mailing someone who sits across the room from you to tell them to do some work for you next week. The Boss : "Before we left on Christmas Eve."Ĭan you dig this. The Boss : "I sent you an e-mail about it last week!" Here's me : "Uh, seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about, just so you know I mean, if you come in here tomorrow and ask me why I haven't done this, it's because I haven't a single fucking clue what you're on about." The Boss : "Can you do a rate for Martin. This could be almost anything, and it's kind of like a game the tasks will be hidden at various locations around her desk and the office itself - I mean, my desk is ok, occasionally it has a few more rizla packets lying on it than is strictly professional but for the most part it's quite tidy, but The Boss's desk, as you can imagine, is this scene of unmitigated horror, it's Project Fucking Mayhem over there. She will then call back at around ten in the morning as she remembers various things that she 'needs done'. The first is that she will phone me at around 9.05 in the morning, largely I suspect to check that I'm in the office (fair enough) - she will ask me if everything is alright, and I will try to get her off the phone as quickly as possible. Several things will happen, pretty much without fail, when The Boss is off. So anyway I'm alone in here today, The Boss had some days off left to use (a fact which I find highly suspicious, but never mind) and so is sitting at home sticking bits of newspaper clippings to the walls or whatever it might be that she gets up to on her days off. I had a quiet one myself, but quite nice.
I hope you had a pleasant break and such, if you did indeed have one. Honestly, I've had her on the bloody phone all day and "nails down the blackboard" doesn't even begin to cover it, it's the conversational equivalent of having my scrotum trapped inside a dot-matrix printer. She will, I already know, take great exception to this.
So some sort of GODAWFUL END OF THE WORLD BOSS PANIC is resolved by a simple friendly phone call, the downside of this being that when she comes in tomorrow, I already know in advance that she's going to be furious about me having done this in the quick, efficient and friendly way. Now that I have figured out, after much ado, what in the flying fuck is going on, I have just rectified this entire panic attack by calling someone I know in the shipping line's local branch and asking very nicely "Hey, could you sort this out with your Dublin people for us please, so we have a credit account and can just pay for this in January?" to which the reply was "No bother mate, I'll sort that out for you, Happy New Year". The Boss is panicking because at this time of year a bank transfer could take until next week, and so the shipment would be delayed, the customer upset, and so on. The upshot of this last communication, it turns out, is that we have a shipment arriving into Dublin today and the charges on it, some several thousand dollars, have to be paid before we can release it to the customer, who of course needs it urgently. The Madness of King Boss (may be contagious).You Don't Need A Map To Work Here (But It Helps).He Shoots, He Scores, It Is Probably An Own Goal.
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