Oh, this training class is going to be the death of me. Today we had a store manger (among a series of random instructors) talk to us for 35 minutes about the "Autonomous Departments". Instead of talking about the self-sufficient Pro Desk for contractor services, or the Designers who also work without supervision.... or, autonomously, she kept going on about how customers can rent a truck from us to drive their big purchases home or to a jobsite. Then she told us that the delivery service was the only other AUTOnomous department she could think of, and she was confused as to why the company wanted her to talk to us about those two, as cars weren't really her specialty.
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Just moments after I read your journal, the boss walked into my office and closed the door. He sat down and looked at me ... kinda like . He said, "I had a list of three local businesses and letters for each. I asked the new receptionist to look up their addresses and get the letters in the mail. Before I said anything more, she said, 'I ain't good at phonebook'." He asked me if I knew what that meant. I told him it sounded like a sexual dysfunction. He agreed and said maybe it had something to do with 'Let your fingers do the walking'.
I've decided that from now on, when someone asks me something, I'm going to say, 'I ain't good at phonebook". I can't wait to see the look on their face. Hell, between your journal and this, my brain is still bleeding.
Where the hell else would ya find the sense of taste?
Sorry Ross, ... I ... umm ... I ... it was an accident.