I didn’t even get a chance to post my resolutions to the Internet before I shattered them into little pieces.
Resolved: I will be more upbeat and professional at work.
Well, first, I showed up today in a button-down shirt that was inside out. Instead of quietly rectifying the problem, I ran around and showed everyone “LOOK! I really can’t dress myself!”
Then I got this email from an expediter:
THIS ORDER HAS NOT BEEN PROCESSED. VENDOR NEEDS REVISED PO WITH CORRECTED PRICING.
My reply was:
Vendor can bite me.