I swanny...

Clients. They get on my nerves.

One of the head honchos is out until next week. Her email's out of office message tells people to email me or call me if they have an emergency. One of our clients emailed yesterday with concerns about some copies of a magazine they're supposed to get. No details, nothing. Just wanting to know when they're coming and to who.

So first I email back saying I'll do my best to help, but does he have anymore information. Nothing. No response. Thanks buddy!

Then the head honcho calls in, so I ask her. 5 promotional copies were being sent, plus 12 that we bought (the client is the cover story). No clue if they're coming to us or to the client. She tells me who in the office might know something.

So I talk to *her*, the one who might know something and be able to find out something. Yadda yadda, research, emails...the magazine was just printed yesterday. They'll get it when they get it. And it's coming to our offices.

Emailed the client to tell him we didn't have an arrival date, but the 17 copies would be coming to us.

He emails back with a "17 copies? We're supposed to get 40 copies and 400 reprints of just the article!" Hi, buddy, you know that information I asked for? It would help if you'd GIVE IT TO ME! I swear, they act like I have a direct line on this stuff. No one in the office has a clue about the reprints (we're apparently doing them, not the magazine). And this 40 copies is a mystery. And he's sending me emails with the numbers! After I told him I had no information on the whole issue to begin with!

I'm in that serious spork a man's ass mood.

Right after I spork the head honcho since apparently there was talk of the number 40...except it may have come during the period of time that her computer was eating the email.

I swear, right now? Not paid enough.

ETA: The growling woman in the corner is me.

Seems head honcho didn't get the email with the numbers. Great! And upon talking to her, she's doing this number of "I don't know what to do." Hello! I need more information than that! The magazine had already informed us they were going to send us as many extras as they can. We may get close to 40. We won't know until we have it. Also, the reprints, luckily, are not something that would come free by any means, and it never would have been free, so we have to get numbers on how much it's going to cost.

I swear. Headache. And I'm having to work this with no one giving me answers. I need definite answers. Don't get wishy washy and dance around the answers when I need them NOW.

Today

Today's agenda:

- Email landlord about ceiling tile in men's bathroom (for the 30th time in 2 years)

- Lunchtime: After work: switch out boss's theater tickets

- Schedule appointments with telecommunication systems providers: in progress

- Research email addresses

- Register boss with some expensive association

- Work on cleaning off volume

- Pester boss for timesheet

- Email website guy about website changes

- Hand off stupid client to someone else

- Write

The last is what I want to do most. *sigh* I'm going to dive in and get as much done before lunch as possible. Hopefully I can actually have an afternoon to write and relax.

Salesman love

The salesmen, they love me.

I'm passive agressive and hate making phone calls. This is just par for the course. So doing research on a new phone system for the office was obviously going to include lots and lots of internet research.

It helps to first understand what you're looking for in a phone system. This I have much of, the understanding. It also helps to know the language of the phone system providers.

I do not know this language.

Hence my spending an hour this morning going through the yellow pages, locating websites for phone system providers, and emailing them asking for a representative to call to set up an appointment for a consultation. Because I'm silly and don't want to call them...they must call me.

So far three have called and three appointments have been made. During the third appointment making process the fourth called. He'll call back shortly. Whee! The fun! They currently love me and it's all easy. (Don't talk to me when the portion of the process hits where I have to choose and let the others know who I've gone with. This could suck mightily. I hate disappointing people.)

Here's the truly ironic part: One of the five contacted is our current phone system provider. Who is the only one not to call yet? That's right...our current phone system provider.

*snort*

Ten Laps

Ten Laps with Kevin Harvick

8. What would be your dream date: Where and with whom?

Kevin Harvick: I'd say my dream date would probably be with my wife, DeLana.

*coughbullshitcough*

Except, you know, he said "probably". Which means we *all* know who the only other person would be...

I'm kind of the really conservative driver on the road that drives just five miles an hour over the speed limit and doesn't tailgate.

bubblesbrnaid, I'm telling you, he's going to make you love him!

Welcome to my world!

I have a feeling the Pepsi 400 is going to be especially traumatizing...not for me though. *eg*

tenel has been ever so lightly introduced to my Harvick/Johnson madness. pmgoose just got the heavy dosage though. I expect the hysterical laughter or hiding behind bubblesbrnaid to commence at any moment.

Hee!