Before I had to get fiesty in the sales meeting this morning (2 things you just don’t do : make an unreasonable & unfounded complaint about my department in the meeting without ever having voiced it to me or my superior prior to, and telling the entire sales, production & installation team that there are issues because of my girls being new) I drew a lanky bowler guy taking a swing.
While I was controlling my anger but making sure that no one would doubt that we don’t amuse ourselves with unnecessary revisions out of sheer boredom, this guy winked at me knowingly…
Basically, someone who tends to be either reallysweet or really panicked, but never any sort of state in between, told the world that we revise contracts too much. Hmm…….. well. Hmm. I don’t know. I’m sure we don’t just pick random ones to mess with, so there must be a reason for all the revisions. Could it possibly be that we are working in the very very short term this year, and that this leads to many late-coming requests for revisions from the clients? I dunno.. maybe. And I just have to wonder, at what point am I supposed to say to the client that I’m sorry but that I cannot do revision 7 to their national ad campaign because someone in the install department says it’s just too many revisions on one campaign.
The funny thing is that some of the production people too, decided that this was a valid complaint. I know it’s annoying to revise and revise and revise again, but well… it’s reality, man. I don’t really know how else to say it. Reality is sometimes annoying & redundant & not conducive to an entire day of nose picking. I know we all have way too much on our work plates, but this type of complaining about things that will just remain as they are anyway is completely and absurdly unproductive.
And Jesus, people, think before you put me on the spot like that. I know my job in and out. I don’t know yours and wouldn’t presume to tell you how to work more effectively. At most I might ask a question or two. And I like being asked a question or two because sometimes those questions lead me into even better procedures than the well worn ones. But I despise being put on the spot when I’m right anyway. It’s not a good place to put me.
Ben & Jerry’s out front resolved the inner turmoil in quite a satisfying manner, though. Yumm!
And I couldn’t let the meeting end without showing what happened to my mother’s day flower from Munchkin, and the culprit caught in the act :
Fuckin’ cat. I really want a hedgehog.
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