The End of Tuesday
Today I was going to write about the Changes We Are Making, the business going on that we are supposed to believe is for our betterment. I think too much. When they tell me we can save money by making consolidated shipments of product from all factories out of our warehouse, I wonder if we lose all the money by shipping everything down to the warehouse in the first place. I wonder if they are paying any attention to the stuff that is already supposed to be shipping out of the warehouse, but we are shipping direct to the customer because they need it so bad.
When they tell us that we are going to make our vendors deliver smaller quantities more frequently so that we can save on our inventory costs, I wonder if they consider that we will pay for it in our piece costs. When they say that we are going to make infrequent shipments from our plant to our distribution warehouse, I wonder how they can be so two-faced without stammering some kind of rationalization. We, as a plant, are going to do wonderful things by getting more frequent deliveries and giving less frequent deliveries! This will solve all our problems! And help the whole company! And our customers!
Stupid political promises. Like Lower Taxes! And More Federal Assistance!
Well, that’s what I was going to write about. But then a water line broke and sprayed water all over an electrical transformer. And they shut the power off to my office and to shipping. And they said it wasn’t going to come back on at all the whole day, while they waited for the transformer to dry out.
That seemed like a way cooler thing to write about. Only, they turned shipping back on within minutes, and I found a different desk to park my laptop on. And then they turned all the power back on sometime around two o’clock. So nevermind.
I got my last report for the first of the month done today, three minutes after quitting time.