< |09.21.08 @ 5:37 pm| >
The phones are dead at work again. So I am keeping myself busy doing pointless tasks. Or maybe they are just the ones that I have been putting off because they aren't any fun.
I spent the morning updating the excel file that I have all of the phone numbers for shippers and different departments within Amazon. I mainly got rid of all of the Target.com contact numbers as we don't deal with Target.com anymore in Grand Forks.
Next I created a list of the leads and area managers with their log-ins and extensions. I can stand having to use the phone tool to find a log-in to send an e-mail or find an extension to escalate a call.
With that out of the way the only thing left for me to do is go through the inbox full of forwarded e-mails that I never take the time to read. And the alerts that were important 3 months ago but are really just wasting space now.
And since I have nothing better to do I am going to share one of the neglected messages that was forwarded to me on June 1.
The FBI had an opening for an assassin.
After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists; two men and a woman.
For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
'We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair . . . Kill her!'
The man said, 'You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife.' The agent said, 'Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home.'
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, 'I tried, but I can't kill my wife.' The agent said, 'You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.'
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. There was screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet.
The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow. 'This gun is loaded with blanks' she said. 'I had to beat him to death with the chair.'
MORAL:
Women are crazy. Don't mess with them.
Is it nine yet? I can't stand when it is dead like this. Sure, it means our fulfillment centers and the shippers are doing their jobs right, but it leaves me sitting here with nothing to do but stare at the dust on the air vent and the light fixture that I just noticed was worse off then the air vent. grr...
Almost time for my 1-on-1 with the manager. So much excitement I almost can't contain myself. I'll find out that once again my numbers suck because no one is calling. :(