Yep, had one of them days today. Went from bad to worse, although my health is the same as it was yesterday and so far my bank balance is too.
I knew it wasn't going to be good when a pair of safety boots a customer had ordered on Wednesday to be air bagged, and paid for up front, got stuffed up. I ordered size 13, they sent me size 12. DAMN!!! One apologetic phone call to say I'll get it fixed.
When I get off the phone there is a message to call back a lady who is waiting on her shirts that are being embroidered for the Xmas function that her company is having at
Perth zoo tomorrow, and wants to know what time they will be delivered
Yes Judy, that is a very good question. Where are your shirts?
Phone calls back and
forth soon reveal that the wholesaler never received my order, hence the shirts were never delivered to the embroiderer, hence its Friday afternoon and I'm in the sh*t. A quick call to PEP couriers and for a $42 fee they will pick up from Osborne
Park and deliver to Maddington by about 1:00pm.
Not long after that I got a call from a customer who I promised their order of 5 pair of boots would be delivered at lunch time and I assured her everything was fine, our van will be leaving soon and he is going right past your door so he'll drop them in after lunch, yep, no worries. So I busily go about my normal stuff for an hour or two until hunger sets in.
I walk out the door to go to the deli for lunch and WHAT THE?????
That box of boots is still sitting on
the bench near the roller door and the van is LONG GONE. A very apologetic phone call and now I will be delivering them across the other side of
Perth on Saturday morning.
At about 3:30 I call the embroiderer to see how those shirts are going.....WHAT SHIRTS? They're not here mate!!!
I call the couriers, the girl calls the driver, the driver is adamant he delivered them at 12:15 and has a signature.
I call the wholesaler who sheepishly says, yeah sorry, they're still here. I must have given the courier someone elses order!!!!
Sh*t, now I'm starting to get annoyed. I ask if there is anyone who lives south of the river who can take the shirts home and I'll pick them up after work and I'll have to go to the embroiderer first thing Saturday morning, wait while they're being done and deliver them to the zoo while I'm on my way delivering the boots to Balcatta.
OK, all sorted. I've got a few things to do Saturday morning but customers will be happy and my reputation is relatively intact.
After locking up I wander down the car
park where a few guys usually have a beer on a Friday and I'm thinking I'll chuck some gold coins on the table and grab a beer before I go home. No beer. Fridge is empty, everyone is grumpy and tyred and they are all going home.
OK, no worries. As I'm walking to my car I'm joking with Pat the panel beater and I throw something at him I found in the car
park I thought was his, but my aim is off and it hits the side of a car he has just finished and the customer is picking it up in the morning!!!
Yep, you guessed it!
I've chipped the paint!
In the front panel!
The one he's just painted!
And the customer is really pedantic and I'm a dick head and now I'm feeling really good and what else is gonna happen today???
As I said above. At least my health is the same as it was yesterday and so far, so is my bank balance.