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You may not understand, but I'm gonna rant about it anyway.
I work in a paint store. I sell automotive paint to auto body shops. You can use a lot of different paint products on a depending on the quality you are looking for, how much you have to spend, and what you are trying to do.
Take primer for example. I have three different lines (or brands) of paint. Each line has a number of primers; there's self-etching primer, high build primer, primer surfacer, and then you have your choice of color; white, green, dark grey, light grey. So you can see right off the bat there are a many number of choices.
So, today this guy calls me and says, "Hey, Michelle. Can you send me that primer?"
That's like walking into a sporting goods store and saying "I need a ball." The problem is this guy knows there are a shitload of options. He's a painter for crying out loud! The arggravating part is that this guy does this to me all the time.
ME: Which primer do you need, man?
HIM: The PPG one
My company is a PPG distributor. PPG paint is all we have. So telling me he needs the PPG one doesn't narrow the options at all!
ME: Which PPG one?
HIM: The good one.
Once again, not a helpful statement.
ME: Um.............
HIM: You know, the one with the pink label.
Ok, now we have shortened the list to four possibilities.
ME: OK . . . Do you want the self-etching primer?
HIM: No, the other one. Hey, you want me to just go get the part number off the one I have?
He gets paid to do this. Well, not paid to do this, but he gets paid while he's doing it.
This is what I saw when I came into work this morning. I snapped these pictures with my phone as soon as I got in, knowing it had to be something interesting.
What happened, you ask? Just like everything else, the price of copper went up. The money one can make on scrap copper is pretty good ($3.50 per pound). The money a drug addict or homeless person can make on stolen copper isn't bad either (still $3.50 as long as it doesn't look stolen). Arizona is working on passing a bill that will make it harder for thieves to make a quick buck and easier for authorities to track down criminals who do steal copper.
I talked to the fella in charge this morning (I could tell because he was wearing nice dress shoes, slacks and a button down shirt and tie under his hard hat and day-glow orange vest) and he told me the people who stole the copper probably got away with $2 or $3 worth of scrap copper and the phone company is going to be spending thousands of dollars on material and labor to replace it. Even as I write this there are still 4 trucks and 6 workers out there. He figured they could have our phone service working again around 11am (which they did). My real problem was the internet. Now, the company just bought a laptop for my new work truck and a Sprint internet card so I can write invoices from anywhere in the area. I got the bright idea that we could use the laptop to get our invoicing done. Brilliant! Now, where is that internet card? We searched the office high and low. It was nowhere to be found. I did use it when I went to Seattle recently. Perhaps I left it at home (20 miles away from work). Damn. I left my drivers at the shop and hopped back in the truck and flew home. It could only be in one of two places. I got home rather quickly. I looked high and low. It was no where to be found. Damn. I got back in the truck to get back to work. Then it hit me. Our store manager went to another one of our locations in Dallas. Perhaps he took it with him. A quick text message reveled my suspicions were correct. Damn. A wasted trip back to my house, no internet card, no phones.
We did what we could. We had some deliveries that had been called in yesterday that we got on the road. Then all we could do was wait. We had the phones back at 11, and people started calling. They need material and they needed it NOW! I still had no internet and was hand writing all the invoices. At about 2pm we saw the workers filling the hole they had dug. But how could they be finished when our internet was not yet working??
We went out to ask. "We don't have a work order of that" they tell us. What?? A thirty minute phone call to the phone company got our internet up and running again.
So there it is. My day, so far, at work. I have to run now. I have to enter all those hand written invoices into the computer.
