Work was interesting today. I remembered to take in some leftover file folders from home, and a little plastic set of drawers for my desk, and a stepstool to put under the desk for my feet, and had fun setting all that up.
Then I tackled the office that was to be our supply room. It was full of odds and ends: old promotional materials and press kits, big boxes of samples from a project on another species entirely, and weirdnesses like several dozen rolls of paper tape for a machine which is no longer around. I unstacked a stack of chairs and put all the bits and pieces and boxes on those so I could use the cleared desk space for our supplies and such.
I discovered, in doing this and asking the officious young man in charge of our project where this thing went or that other thing or were the things in this box too old to be saved, that he was surprisingly approachable. I'm not going to be able to call him the officious young man anymore, so will christen him FearlessLeader. (Okay, that is overkill, but he seems to need the encouragement.) My best guess is that FearlessLeader has not been used to someone actually asking him questions and let him give advice and direction; he appeared to quite enjoy it. He happily sent emails hither and yon to find out who needed to get what out of that room. Some things I could figure out myself: there were odd plugs and telephone cords hooked into the walls but not hooked into anything on the other end, so I unhooked all those, neatly tied them in big corded bows, and gave them to the IT guy in the corner office.
It was fun. I do so enjoy organizing, even more so when I'm actually getting paid for it.
The down side of today was that there was not much mail for me to process (meaning not many products purchased several days ago) and it was the lowest Monday in actual orders to go out to new customers. This project may not be salvageable at this point, no matter what steps FearlessLeader takes to try to halt the downward slide.
Cranky Woman behaved herself all day on the phone, not getting into arguments with anyone. DogMommy, however, at one point actually yelled at a customer to get the customer to stop a tirade--oooh, bad move! Better to have let the customer finish the tirade and then commiserate with her. I'm still too new and tender to be exposed to the rough world of customer service phone calls, and still think that is too funny.
I also found that DogMommy uses a laboratory term to refer to our mail/supply guy. He responds to that term, but I have a sneaking suspicion he doesn't care to be called that.
Today I got to hear the up-until-now totally silent IT guy in the other corner speak. Something was wrong with a program somewhere, so the sociable IT guy in the other corner office (the one to whom I gave the spare cords and wires) and FearlessLeader gathered in his office and spoke with him. I didn't hear much of what he had to say but was relieved to know that he could talk.
That's all the work news that's fit to print. Not much going on, but I'm keeping my ears open and focused.
Today is Day Six for KidTwo's Galapagos adventure. No phone call yet to say she's arrived safely in Bogota. She had better be safely there.
This is a dull little post, huh. Tomorrow morning I'll write more and hope it will be more interesting.