Many things today made me think of all the ways corporate did us no favors on the lead up to closing our plant. But it was summed up in one ten-minute period this afternoon.
3:58 PM: Boss comes up to my fabric rack (that would be the J.O.K.E. that I've mentioned previously.), looks at a roll of fabric in tube #2. "How much is on this roll?" she asks. I skip over to my pile of yardage tags. "About 67 yards", I say.
"Can I take it?"
"Yeah, I'm done with it."
"We need to send 25 yards to (another plant), but I figure we'll just send them the whole thing, that should take care of them."
4:02: Boss comes by, "They're idiots, Chris, idiots I tell you."
Now, I know she means which ever of our plants is requesting the fabric transfer- probably California, since they think it's midday there, it's midday everywhere, even though their 1:30 is our quitting time. "How so?" I ask.
"They just upped their request after I just got it ready to ship, " she says. "From 25 yards to 700!"