My Mumbling Thoughts

As I walked back to my car from a full day of walking (five miles) doing inventory, going over four other people's work and touching things that made me want to carry an anitbacterial lotion in my back pocket just to keep my hands feeling clean, I thought, "there has to be a better way of doing all this."

Two full days of inventory and data entry. You come out on the other end looking like you've just been mangled by a bear and I didn't understand how some people have been doing this for months. Months. Last night I gave our company fifteen hours of my life and don't have anything to show for it. My eye kept twitching and I felt like stabbing a freshly sharpened pencil straight into my eyes. Frustration level? Through the roof. Energy level? Running on fumes. Hunger? Painful.

I suppose if there's any advice that I could give anyone who wanted to run a company it would be, first you've got to hire people that you can communicate well with. If you don't have any communication then you might as well grab your jacket and head for the door because everything else will be completely pointless. The second thing would be to make sure that these people you can communicate with actually DO THEIR JOB and do it correctly the first time. If you don't do these two important and (to me) obvious things, then prepare yourself for long hours and multiple headaches.

For the first time in my short Corporate Life, I was sent over to the Customer's Site. Of course it had to also be on the two hottest days of the century when the humidity was so thick you could slice it with a knife. It was so unbearable that it was almost too hot to smoke. Almost. It didn't help any that you had to walk an entire mile just to get outside where the smoking area was and heaven forbid you light up too soon. They're very strict about where smokers are allowed to linger while on their premises. I walked around smelling like sweat, smoke and rice krispy treats, since that was the only thing that I was living off of.

By hour twelve yesterday I was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. Things weren't working properly, instructions were vague, the system was extremely sensitive and I had never done any of these things on this scale. I just wanted to go home, curl up in bed with my zero maintenance laptop and call it a fucking day.

WHO WORKS LIKE THIS?

So yeah, work has been Hell recently. I've been waking up around 3:45am, checking my regular things online quickly (having the internet sleep next to me probably isn't the healthiest thing in my life at the moment) and then proceeding to get ready to continue on slushing my way through work. If you've checked your stats and seen that some crazy person is checking your blog at 4am and lives in Virginia, that would be me. It's the only space of "free time" that I have before I have to figure out what new problems I must deal with and help assist on.

Hopefully things will resume to some kind of normal status here within the next couple of days. I really dislike being so scattered and unorganized about things. I also really dislike being around people who think that they know everything and like bossing other people around. Missy described it best yesterday when she said that we've got "too many chiefs and not enough indians." If these people would work half as much as they bitched and moaned then I'm sure our problems would be cut in half.

But that's just my opinion and I can feel that I'm beginning to slant down into a work rant which is SO not what I need to be doing right now. On my afternoon off, I think I'm going to plan on laying here in bed, eating double stuf oreos with milk and letting my ankles rest while I let the bruises from my tennis shoes that I got from walking too much start healing.

Um, yeah. I've got bruises from TENNIS SHOES. Aren't those supposed to be the most comfortable shoes for everyone? Well I can tell you now that they weren't comfortable for me and wearing socks was far too constricting. If there's one thing that I learned during this horrible ordeal, it's that I'm clearly meant to only live in high heels and flip flops.