First things first, I had a rough start this morning. I did manage to get here on time, but when I suavely tried to scan my new ID card to get into “employee” parking I was unceremoniously denied. I had to back up, forcing some Jeep owner out of the way while he honked as if I had just murdered his first born. I slid into the visitor parking lot for the 3rd day in a row, and waited in line at the visitor security check-in only to be told the following, “Get the hell out of the Visitor’s lot.” When I scooted back out to the car and reached for my keys, my keys laughingly jingled at me from the ignition slot. I jammed my arm through the tiny crack in the driver’s side window, but came up short on unlocking the car. The nice ladies at the security desk cut me some slack and let me enter so I wasn’t late for work, but my keys are still in the car. Stay tuned for how I, Summer Vacation Replacement Wesley King, will erase myself out of this painted corner. Hint: it will involve offering my slight-of-forearm co-worker Erica cookies in return for a trip out to the Visitor’s parking lot.
We met with Sal for about an hour this morning, discussing how to pull different reports out of VBASS and use said reports to change daily production numbers for use with a scheduling issues Excel spreadsheet. He commented that, by tomorrow, we might have enough access and mental flexibility to enter some numbers into VBASS without screwing up. Personally, I think it will be a wondrous miracle if we could get one of the aforementioned two prerequisites for data entry accomplished by tomorrow. And, by data entry, I mean that if you screw up, some poor chaps down in
And now begins the bruising of my forearm, 3.5 hours after the incident… I painfully grabbed a tea packet from the coffee cubicle, but I failed for the 3rd consecutive day to bring my own cup, so currently I listlessly lick at unwatered tea. I can’t wait to get the promised 175 mg of Protective Antioxidants into my system.
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