I'm delivering a cabinet. After the usual headache of getting a hold of the customer and getting into the building for my scheduled delivery, I'm finally at the end user's desk. I take a quick look and see that it isn't going to fit into the space that's been allocated. The end user calls over her team leader who totally wants to blame me for the mistake. Hey dude, sorry, I'm the lowest level minion around here, the P.O. # on my workorder matches the # on the cabinet, that's the 100% full extent of my ability to ensure the proper product is being delivered. Well this is utterly impossible, he ordered the right thing. After triple examining of my workorder and the label on the cabinet, he confirmed that yes, I do possess the ability to read.
So rather than dealing with the reality of the situation, he determines that it is of the utmost importance to immediately determine whom is responsible for the mistake. Finally, after going through about six layers of management, someone takes a portion of responsibility for the error, admitting to ordering "a cabinet" rather than "a 30" cabinet" (the default size is 36", so when she failed to type in the 30" on the request, the order got put through as a default size).
Well that was 30 minutes of my life that I'll never get back, and not surprisingly, finding someone to blame didn't magically knock 6 inches off the size of the cabinet, so we've still got the original problem. Well if you don't want to try to come up with a solution, I'm taking this one back to my shop and leaving. No, I can't do that, this person needs this cabinet today. Okay, then find an alternate location where this one will fit. No, can't do that, it has to go in the allocated spot. It doesn't fit, and I don't have the right sized one hiding up in my ass so make a decision now because my shop is already riding my ass about how long this is taking.
After a couple of fruitless efforts to gain some space where it's obvious that none is available, this highly paid manager is stumped. I come up with a suggestion; during our blame tour of the floor, I noticed a 30" cabinet in a space that could accomodate a 36" cabinet, so I suggest that we do a swap. After an initial reaction of disdain - how dare this idiot minion voice his opinion, someone chimes in that this is a good idea.
After going through another six levels of bureaucracy, we finally find someone who is reluctantly willing to allow the swap and finally, after over an hour, I've completed my five minute delivery.
So rather than dealing with the reality of the situation, he determines that it is of the utmost importance to immediately determine whom is responsible for the mistake. Finally, after going through about six layers of management, someone takes a portion of responsibility for the error, admitting to ordering "a cabinet" rather than "a 30" cabinet" (the default size is 36", so when she failed to type in the 30" on the request, the order got put through as a default size).
Well that was 30 minutes of my life that I'll never get back, and not surprisingly, finding someone to blame didn't magically knock 6 inches off the size of the cabinet, so we've still got the original problem. Well if you don't want to try to come up with a solution, I'm taking this one back to my shop and leaving. No, I can't do that, this person needs this cabinet today. Okay, then find an alternate location where this one will fit. No, can't do that, it has to go in the allocated spot. It doesn't fit, and I don't have the right sized one hiding up in my ass so make a decision now because my shop is already riding my ass about how long this is taking.
After a couple of fruitless efforts to gain some space where it's obvious that none is available, this highly paid manager is stumped. I come up with a suggestion; during our blame tour of the floor, I noticed a 30" cabinet in a space that could accomodate a 36" cabinet, so I suggest that we do a swap. After an initial reaction of disdain - how dare this idiot minion voice his opinion, someone chimes in that this is a good idea.
After going through another six levels of bureaucracy, we finally find someone who is reluctantly willing to allow the swap and finally, after over an hour, I've completed my five minute delivery.
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