I’m not talking dear skins, nor am I talking dollars. I’m talking responsibilities. Passing the buck, essentially.
The store I work in supplies another store with their merchandise. They fax their orders in, I make the order to send to our distributor, then when it comes in we count it, sell it to them, and they pick it up. Easy enough.
This past week my boss has been dealing with her husband’s health issues. He had kidney stones, but in checking the kidneys they found a tumor. Thankfully they cught it as early as they did, so they’ll be able to remove it before any major damage is done. They may have to remove the kidney entirely, but that’s a small price to pay.
In all of this hustle, the orders for this other store have not been done for 1 week. That’s exactly 7 days.
The guy that we deal directly with, who I typically call Mr. Happy Pants, has been an annoyance more than once. The manager of the other store went to him to complain that we hadn’t given her orders for a month. I didn’t here this from Mr. Happy Pants, because he went to my boss’s boss. This wasn’t the best thing to do.
See, my boss’s boss, who I will call Pi, trusts us. He is also thorough. He called me up and asked about the claim. I looked up their info and showed that there were, in fact, orders done this month. The last one being a week ago.
Mr. Happy Pants is a prick. This combines with several other gripes will likely result in him getting a piece of Pi. Wow, that was unintentional. Piece of Pi.
The moral of the story is that if you are going to pass the buck, you better be sure that they don’t have a computer that can track your Happy ass.
Oh, and shit shit shit shit shit shit fuck. FCC this, bitch.